I dream of people I don’t like. Not when
I knew them, not now. Unforgiving, like
An emperor, pensioning off delators.
My dreams delate. They say, I am the one.
A pot of lampreys and a plot of ground
For anyone who didn’t see my face
Remembering. That girl. That test. That time
Nothing went right, and I was told a tale.
A ribbon and a farmhouse. A fast horse.
A purple shirt, imperial, for you,
If you don’t know me and you never did.
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