5 years from now

by libby   May 31, 2007

We are a couple of
starving artists.

We're into poetry, art
and Wagner.

I beg and beg him
to take me to the opera.

"I'll get dolled up," I say.
"Christina from work can do my hair
and I think I can still fit into
my old prom dress."

"We can't afford it," he tells me, and I see
the regret in his eyes. He's longing too -
if not for the opera, then to see me
one last time
in that dress.

So that's just one more night in,
watching whatever's on.

Starving, starving


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