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last night i dreamt i was saving your life again

you were choking on a piece of something,

maybe a root vegetable,

i leapt up like a jack-in-the-box

to free your airway of it’s obstruction

i saw your rosy cheeks wither

then it all cut black


i have dreamt of you in distress nine times now

and every time i awake before i can save you

i don't get the satisfaction of being your hero

or the the solace of watching you die

damn these unfinished dreams

you'll never know

but there was a moment

when we held hands and i thought,

"what if this is the hand,

what if these are the fingers,

of my future child's father?"

let me swim along your coastline

your terrain so familiar that

i move through these waters with closed eyes

guided only by sweet scent

stroke by stroke

inhale by inhale

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