our room

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in that room, i inhaled hundreds of late summer nights through the holes in the screen; cicadas and suburban silence. i hid under heavy covers, whispered into the sweaty house phone, begged the pale blue walls to tell me what was next. i tried on different faces, a naivete so pure it was almost grotesque. in the same room, you wrestled multiplying devils. in the same bed, you bargained with God for more time. one night, you had a dream that angels were beckoning and you…