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Auburn

In a dream, I remember auburn hair;
its scent, of her perfume and cigarettes.
Fucking Newports.

Snow lies on the ground and flies on the wind.
Closing my eyes, I can smell blood
on the snow and exhaust from the still
running car. I can hear the deer -
still stuck in the windshield - kicking
the seat where she sat. THUMP . . .

THUMP . . . Thumpthump . . . thump . . . .

The first dream I can remember
was of something scary and red.
It came for me. The next thing
I saw was a white ceiling and
my mother, as she picked me up.
I must have cried in my sleep.

THUMP . . . and sirens wail in the distance.

I open my eyes to the sight of blood
on my clothes, her face, the snow.
I bury my face in her hair.

The scent of her auburn hair sticks
most in my memory. Perfume.
Fucking Newports.