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What if everything were revealed: where I was last night. You, etc. The rain is coming down like salad. My sister's hair reminds me of my sister so much I can't stop looking. Who am I to have arms? On the plane one short dream: a baby so small it wasn't even human, just a bouquet of light with wise cellular eyes. If losing me is the worst thing to happen, your life is still a good life.
Copyright © 2011 by Emily Kendal Frey. Used with permission of the author.
The sun rises in shades of tuna
I can only hear
One song
See the trucks moving
Like ribbon around me
It's me and this machine
Somewhere are the bodies
I’ve put my mouth on
When I am old
And held in
You might think you are not thinking, but you are.
A thought moves from dirt up through me and if I do not
disabuse it, it grows.
To suffer, to bear from below.
Coming down the mountain I could see a reservoir through the
trees, fat and glowing.
You are alone in your one life and no one will enter your
dreams.
Teenagers sit on the sign outside the nunnery.
We are so afraid of failing we can't live.
So we leave apartments, not breathing, breathe on the way
home.
The potential is not the actual.
In California we went to the dive bar and I lost my wallet I remember falling into it And maybe kissing against someone’s garage I fell on city sidewalks In California and other places The trees looked at me tenderly I’m guessing You do not love me because your mom did not love you I understand the equation Meanwhile, I make a butter fire in the kitchen Two times I heat the butter for the eggs Both times I burn it Just observe, I tell My students, describe what is The woman next to me on the airplane Moves pictures from her wallet to her pocket In case we die I cry wi