dedicated to Quora

December 7, 2018 at 9:14 pm Leave a comment

dedicated to quora

i dream

i think

of speaking your name
endlessly
so much that my lips
are cracked and dry

but come morning

i know no name
–nor, indeed, “you”–
my lips are quite whole
and my mouth isn’t dry

tell me

can this mean
something?

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You have to know what Quora is to appreciate this. Google it or better visit the site and try to find some of the odder questions (and answers); it isn’t hard. Right up there with Mil Millington [assuming he’s still on the web].

 

I came close to considering this submission-worthy.

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