One Week

2009 September 23
by Anne Heraghty

You’ve returned to my daydreams.

I am distracted by body parts—

shoulders, hands, neck—

your shell.

One silent week

in Bora Bora is all I desire—

walking unfamiliar beaches,

you in your mirrored sunglasses,

me wearing

my insides out.

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