Song-maker, Heart-shaker

Loving Musicians, Closeted Lesbians, and Myself

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When I remember my lovers, I remember them as half-dreams.

I’m lying in bed. For some reason, they’re doing a fully-clothed contemporary-style dance on the porn stream. The light in the room is blue, and for the thousandth time, I’m remembering not kissing her even once. LOVER seems always to appear in places where…