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       Drifting to Sleep Listening to Mozart’s Requiem, I Dream About
       the Future
   DIR By: Tin Man
       Date: September 7, 2009, 10:34 pm
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       Moving down the aisle,
       I grab a box of Life
       And place it with my Gerber bottles.
       I push the cart to check-out,
       Where the boy bags my items
       And takes them to my minivan
       So I don’t have to do the heavy lifting.
       I freeze in the parking lot
       As a memory washes over me.
       Once, I was a joyful beauty, wishing
       For a prince charming,
       The white picket-fence,
       Cocker spaniel, and 2.5 kids.
       Now, my wish has changed:
       That the boy sees me. It bewilders me,
       How, long ago, I was a delicious treat.
       Men looked at me and their mouths watered.
       How many times had they mentally
       Undressed me in their minds?
       The boy closes the trunk, and I drive away.
       My last blissful, ecstatic, true moment
       Of happiness was so long ago—
       Back in the cherished high school years.
       Today, I pine for the confines
       Set out in crisp, clear words
       Printed in that old, worn agenda.
       I miss the lectures, the obnoxious jerks,
       The crazy teachers and their piles of work.
       I wish for my teams, my clubs,
       My friends.
       I am afraid of the mirror
       Which looks at me with the eyes I hate,
       The smile I hate.
       The lines in the mirror haunt me.
       I shiver as I recall the funeral
       I went to this morning.
       My best friend’s cold face,
       Granite features lying in
       A spray of gladiolas and mums.
       His body, stripped and examined,
       Was my body.
       I think of his praising words—
       How pretty I am, how exceptional.
       But no one is truly exceptional.
       No one can hold onto anything, because
       In the end, we all amount to the same;
       The common.
       Miss Ashton Dennis
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