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Now they are sleeping in a poppy field, sun-drenched warm afternoon girls lying on their stomachs and sides, faces in flowers, and flowers blowing, blowing. If this afternoon were every afternoon, the world would be cured.
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Back then, TV didn’t go on forever. Back then, stations would sign off, sometimes at two a.m., sometimes at three. They would play the national anthem and show round designs like archery targets, and then static would fuzz the screen until dawn.
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I sleep as if sleep were a hair shirt
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Hollow right like stars alight we sing to open space of astral things,
There once, the goat played, ate, was lively, had ownership
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The weather is chilly here in discomfort The goose bumps raise their black flags I've never peered through domes of eternal bliss Those sleek enough, slide past me I seek the empty company in brown plastic bags, With only a few holes and a branded…
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Luxury, for my wife is a lie-in,
undisturbed and swaddled in all the duvet's warmth
like a birthday present wrapped in love
all alarms, phones and distraction from dreams ceased
save for the constant metronome of the second hand ticking
inevitably a
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After my father moved in with his girlfriend, my mother sold the split-level and rented a two-bedroom in an apartment complex rife with divorced mothers and the under-employed.
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She sits in front of me/Not for my skin’s comfort/But for digital reaction
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In my dreams, I feel my dreams fade away.
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its fire wet language singing in my mouth.
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The other night / I dreamt I was an astronaut
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