No. 4: December 1968

Illusion

I am dreaming

She is beside me

I tell myself I’m dreaming

But the pressure of her hand against mine feels too strong

I wake up

She really is beside me

Delirious joy

I turn on the lights

Light bursts forth for a hundredth of a second then goes out

(a rattling lamp)

I embrace her


(I wake up: I am alone)

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