Of French and Feet (formerly 'Jesus') - Best Revision!
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I dreamed of her again last night
and dreamed it all in French, which is strange
since I haven't studied it in eight years
and she's not French, and we're not likely
to ever visit Paris together.
She plucked three pairs of old sneakers
from a single shoe box and commented
on my ankle, sprained both in dream and real-life,
as if three pairs of well-worn shoes
are what you give someone when they have torn
ligaments in their foot
and the whole thing's swollen like an orange.
The amateur shrink in me
suspects the dream was actually about intimacy,
although I really could use a new pair of sneakers
and in a certain light she could pass for Parisian.
The dream ended when I fell down a hill
(Jesus, my poor ankle again) to land
at her flawless feet, and then suddenly
we kissed! How about that.
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That's an exclamation not an address-
text has been known to confuse such things.
So- Jesus! I dreamed of her again last night,
and I dreamed it all in French, which is strange
since I haven't studied it in eight years
and she's not French, and we're not likely
to ever go there together. Jesus.
She gave me three pairs of old sneakers.
At least one pair were Nikes
and another were for playing basketball.
From memory she said something about
my ankle, sprained both in dream and real-life,
as if three pairs of well-worn shoes
are what you give someone when they have torn
ligaments in their foot. And the amateur shrink in me
suspects the dream was actually about intimacy,
although I really could use a new pair of sneakers,
and in a certain light she could pass for Parisian.
The dream ended when I fell down a hill
(Jesus, my poor ankle again) to land
next to her, and then suddenly
we kissed! How about that.
Debonet
Revision
I dreamed of her again last night
and dreamed it all in French, which is strange
since I haven't studied it in eight years
and she's not French, and we're not likely
to ever visit Paris together.
She plucked three pairs of old sneakers
from a single shoe box and commented
on my ankle, sprained both in dream and real-life,
as if three pairs of well-worn shoes
are what you give someone when they have torn
ligaments in their foot
and the whole thing's swollen like an orange.
The amateur shrink in me
suspects the dream was actually about intimacy,
although I really could use a new pair of sneakers
and in a certain light she could pass for Parisian.
The dream ended when I fell down a hill
(Jesus, my poor ankle again) to land
at her flawless feet, and then suddenly
we kissed! How about that.
---
That's an exclamation not an address-
text has been known to confuse such things.
So- Jesus! I dreamed of her again last night,
and I dreamed it all in French, which is strange
since I haven't studied it in eight years
and she's not French, and we're not likely
to ever go there together. Jesus.
She gave me three pairs of old sneakers.
At least one pair were Nikes
and another were for playing basketball.
From memory she said something about
my ankle, sprained both in dream and real-life,
as if three pairs of well-worn shoes
are what you give someone when they have torn
ligaments in their foot. And the amateur shrink in me
suspects the dream was actually about intimacy,
although I really could use a new pair of sneakers,
and in a certain light she could pass for Parisian.
The dream ended when I fell down a hill
(Jesus, my poor ankle again) to land
next to her, and then suddenly
we kissed! How about that.
