Saturday, Nov. 20, 2004 - 12:51 a.m.
night light

I fall in love with brilliant, creative men. But they always seem just out of reach. An inch from my grasp, they hover, shiny and awe-inspiring. They dazzle me, they make me think and wonder. They make me wish. And I have so much to offer them. But just when I reach, they back away, the scene fades. And I stand alone again, nothing to illuminate my room.

I do it to myself. Why can't I settle for the night light?


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