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i dreamt of you
this morning
your hair was white
and short
after years of trying to preserve the length
and lovely
you had washed
the vanity away
along with all the black dye
and years of
obsessive worry
your face was pale
freckled
you blamed it on the medicines
and dewy
your lips unpainted
never leave the house without lipstick
and a Chanel compact
and you were beautiful
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we met in a restaurant
your favorite venue
we used to dine in the better New York restaurants
and
you never ate much
driving everyone mad
with your table switching
while the maitre de and i
nodded knowingly
but not disrespectfully
at each other
you were always entitled
and didn't know any other way
to be
you, with a stranger
i, with your brother
and i watched you
from across the way
until the time was right
i'd never seen you dressed in
white or cotton
without your gold jewels
and blood red nails
manicured to perfection
spared by the poisons
like your meticulously maintained
house of cards
i knelt next to your chair
your friend and brother in my periphery
you sat slack
comfortable
at ease and
unrecognizable
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the phone rang
jolting me awake
missing you more than ever
despite the four decades between us
we were the best of friends
with little
and much
in common
and
i don't know if i will see you again.
Posted by Alexis on July 11, 2008
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