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because you’re psychic
no one else could understand me
the way you
do and
I say
Drink Me
I say it to you silently
but it calls forth in me
the water for you
the water you asked for
Copyright © 2015 by Rebecca Wolff. Used with permission of the author.
There is a curiosity that knows
I know
deathless ceiling of unknowing
I know
Querent,
Who I ask
is changing
all the time
changing
now changed.
I'd like a lidless Vicodin. Oblivion. Countless sensation of him leaving the room. Come back soon. It occurred to me fait accompli. Clinamen. Phantom limb. Black cat sleeping (you used to be next to me) next to me dreams our lost telepathy.
I stopped by to see you but you were not home
marshland
the pure vision
my ancient lives all risen up and rising
shudder in my bed to come up against
a living religion; they get offended so easily;
blow up your hundred-foot Buddha
no problem. Entire mountainside.
Presumably it's an improvement
on whatever came before
on what was here before
ancestral crypt your daddy built; a grassy hill; a patchwork quilt;
inadequately warming.