by Robert Andrew Perez
that is to say, it was in the utmost, sober
quiet of my enclosed face.
the dreamspeak spoke. she said in a quite
calming voice that, in this, i had strength
beyond what i was aware, but outside, i
would only know the [ ] as the thin lovely
body whose arms i held fell closer to the
ground he tilted his gaze to me. he, with his
voiceless eyes, whispered a promise i knew,
even dreaming, he could not keep. i heard
the word & took it though never given.
Robert Andrew Perez lives in Berkeley, California. He works for the English departments of UC Berkeley and Saint Mary’s College (where he earned his BA and MFA, respectively), and is an associate editor for the Oakland-based letterpress imprint speCt!. His work can be found in publications such as The Cortland Review, The Offending Adam and Omniverse and is forthcoming in The Laurel Review and Manor House Quarterly.
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