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You knew you were dead in my dream. You said drive me. The doctor. I’m so late. I said no there’s no more doctor you know that. I hugged you, you hugged me. I felt weird nights waking up. The walls flickered with light and the shadows of pine trees. Each needle was visible. Their patterns outrageous. I knew ghosts were coming. I waited for ghosts. And then they did not come. More scary than them coming is they do not come.

William Coyle’s poem “Clown Bikes”appeared in Broken Bridge Review (Vol. 3, 2008) and a short play, “Faith,” is anthologized in Stage This! Volume 3: Monologues, Short Solo Plays and 10-Minute Plays. He is a theater critic for Offoffonline, and holds a Master’s degree in English from the University of Buffalo.

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