Tuesday, March 08, 2005

misreadings (draft)

And when it fails, it fails

continuously, the paper dolls

in their mechanical operetta.

My pockets fill with voluptuous

words like aplomb and orangeade.

I ask for burnt and you give me wing,

and so we go on like this, sistered like

cells to the dark openings, the bracelet

of light marking the horizon. A trap

door comes loose and the bed falls

through three floors of aquariums,

all kissing fish and fiberglass plants.

I ask for umbrella and you give me feather.

Sentences become sodden, uninhabitable.

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