Supermarket dream

I go into the supermarket to see if she is there

I could be her father maybe even her grandfather

I hold three of my books in my hand sweating

Wanting to give it to her

I see her, I walk up fumbling with my words,

‘Here, hope you enjoy’

She has something erotic I want

I know this thing will pass

But I feel myself swelling by the counter

I buy a bottle of wine and corn chips

At home I think of her wet before

I pass out.

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