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Emily Reeve
I had a dream about you last night.
I was having a pleasant dinner
with some close friends
in a town just south of here.
You came in with your hair disheveled,
a lot of makeup,
tight black jeans,
and a list of excuses as long as my arm.
None of it mattered.
All I wanted to know
is how the hell you made it to Alaska
and how the hell you found me.
Emily Reeve has published 2 more terrible poems since joining on 9/6/07. Read more of Emily's terrible poetry at the anthology. Here are three of Emily's latest works: