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"And if he left off dreaming about you, where do you suppose you'd be? ... You'd be nowhere. Why, you're only a sort of thing in his dream! If that there King was to wake you'd go out -- bang! -- just like a candle!"

"Hush! You'll be waking him, I'm afraid, if you make so much noise."

"Well it's no use your talking about waking him when you're only one of the things in his dream. You know very well you're not real."

Wednesday, September 14, 2005

In the Eternal Leer of the Playground

A clumsy ritual--
you hang yourself
with your own striped tie.

Gnaw on leg of deer, rabbit, wild duck,
roasted turbot, grilled salmon. Hungry
for blood, rub the stewed fruits
into your skin, fall asleep with the light on,
thumb sucker, biter.

Your father made you hunt.
You wanted to take me,
you were strong enough,
you had the goods.

Say it in 5 languages. Oberon
spools from the kingfisher's mouth.
By the time you notice the mermaid's
chorus, it's swollen, ready to burst,
a polyp with double roots.

It was a prank.
You didn't mean a thing.
Sometimes people just die
accidentally.


~~Rebecca said I could have it.

"and what is the use of a book...without pictures or conversations?"


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