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I would walk past her parents' house at night
looking upwards toward
her bedroom
a muted scarlet light

Before I spent a single night there
I dreamed of that place
her bed
her body
that light

When asked to describe her room
She sent me a brief note:

I have a small futon ,
Red shades, because it is my favorite color
I sleep with four stuffed animals and
no pajamas

I still have the letter,
written on a plain envelope