Monday, November 9, 2015

When This Happened

her backed dropped like apples
through the bushels of the outdoors.
I didn't have the skeleton for it
but I walked up to her and told her
she was dreaming.  This made her wake
but only into another dream.  A more
bony, more stunningly abstract one
like the zenith of dust.  I could
tell only by the timbre of her heart.

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