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The Wait
A story deals with distance;
how it can be crossed.
There will be dangerous animals
in the form of questions.
Some Jack of Clubs
will have hit upon an answer,
beguiled hunger,
continued.
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I can’t wait to start out
dreaming (thinking).
This means I wait.
Consciousness is so boring
with its identification
of noises
in the dark,
its taxonomies
of grinding.
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In my dreams,
feelings are tacked on
to shapes.
One or the other
must be an afterthought.
Together they make
an awkward animal.
This is also true
when I’m awake,
but for that, of course,
I am not responsible.
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Photo Credit: Rosanne Olson, courtesy of Wesleyan University Press