by Gail Hanlon

Do you dream of me
the way I dream of you?

You wait for me like a friend
in need.  In your old polo

coat, the one with the taffy
buttons, hands deep

in the big satin pockets.
Worried, in your thirties,

horn-rims, so serious.
I am usually in a meeting.  I call

you back and you turn
in the street to return.

That’s interesting,
I call you back

from the dead.

I am your friend now
and I catch your arm.


Gail Hanlon’s poetry has appeared in literary journals such
Ploughshares, Cincinnati Review, The Kenyon Review,
CutBank Online, The Iowa Review, Thrush, and New
, and anthologies and collections including Best
American Poetry
and Verse Daily.  Sift, a chapbook, was
published by Finishing Line Press in 2010.

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A Journal of Contemporary

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Volume 11, Number 2
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