sleeping in her basement
on a futon
she saved
from her college days
in Idaho.
she couldn't sleep
because of my
snoring,
so she sent me to the basement.
after knocking
an old saddle out
of the way,
i pulled
the horse
blanket up to my neck
and listened to
the wind
outside,
as i shivered in the heatless
room.
she used to ask me
if she was
the prettiest girl in the room,
but i never had
the heart to tell her
no.
i knew from the moment
we met
that we were
doomed
and yet. here i was on the futon,
in the basement
under a horse
blanket,
in a few more hours,
the sun would rise.
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