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JOURNEYS Carrie Jones We both dreamt of journeys last night. He rode a Harley, but didn’t know the shifting pattern, Told the others he was with he’d find it on his phone and catch up. I drove with my long-dead dad, talking. He was taking me to his house To meet his girlfriend who is twenty years younger. “I hope you Still love me,” he said. “Even though I’m dead. And my girlfriend . . .” I told him I do. And in my husband’s other dream, we headed Down a two-lane highway, lights and military jets above us Circling UFOs. There was no shoulder to pull over, so he steered While I drove so I could look up, too. I’m a bit jealous of that dream Actually. That I drove, and he took over, that he saw first. But I still love him. Even though inside I am dead, too. And I? I don’t even have a girlfriend.
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