AIRPORT DREAM
I am screaming
from the moon
but you only see
my tiny and silent animation.
I can read constellations
in your freckles
but you keep reading
the outdated Monday paper.
I imagine
you in bed
but you look sleepy
and keep scanning headlines.
"Naked Lover Dies of Ennui"
So I tap you on the shoulder
but you do not roll over.
I wake up
and you are gone.
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