“Reverie X” by Bianca Spriggs

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I want to believe you when you introduce yourself as someone else. I fake it enough to follow you and your stranger’s smile from the stable to the hotel lobby. The horse show was almost over anyway. You hold my hand and we nod at folks as though we have always matched. Hotel guests comment that we look good together. We look like a nice couple. A couple in love. We look like soul-mates. They want to know if we are enjoying our honeymoon. You laugh and sign autographs, having convinced them all you are famous, but I just want to check in. My wallet was stolen earlier so you offer to pay for us both until we find the bastard who swiped it. Because you were ever the only one who knew where I kept my last construction-paper heart, I am beginning to suspect you are the bastard. But you are so popular and your hand feels so good and I have so missed the way you pronounce my first and middle name as though they are one name, I almost don’t mind. Happy hour just started in the hotel restaurant and you want to buy me a too-expensive drink and look at my new sketches and have champagne sent to my room. You want our first time in a long time to be during dusk with the windows open and the curtains pulled back. You don’t want there to be secrets between us and the world. You want everyone to know who you are. Except for me.

-Bianca Spriggs

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