Kristen Orser
There is no autonomy from that version of you that wakes me up in my sleep, that keeps me in a slight panic because you are not 



the face in the morning, you are not the face in the evening, and you are never the suitor on the phone.  



						I do not doubt the middle of the afternoon when I am, all of a sudden, aware of the end of the day, aware of the end of the day and no word from you.