jogging back home along the lake there is a man about your make about your build about your height almost in every way your like except that he is wearing jogging clothes and is back home whereas you just returned from rome to the southern coast, near nice. and also different between you and him is the confection you are carrying back kim. she waits for you on rocks watching as the sailboats dock watching everything but the clock not really caring when you arrive if you arrive at all but she thanks you for the pastry and kisses you politely before gently pushing you out of her view: i can always see you. i can always see you.
last night you left your window open and the breeze danced with the thin drapes and tickled your back through the thin sheet and reminded you in every dream that time trots along while you sleep. kim is dreaming of ireland and she is dancing with her dad and she rolls over and smacks you in the chest and then laughs because she meant to hit her dad who was teasing her about her haircut. she doesn't wake but you wake enough to count the constellations over the Riviera. you find orion after whom you named your cat who is staying with friends until you return to chicago.
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