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I wrote it this morning. Instead of doing work, I let my thoughts wander. You should read it.
As my roommate leaves, he slams the door.
Crack, it says, and wakes me from my dreams.
The wind outside bellows, I see it through the window.
Reminds me of other times; of a willow in a courtyard.
My lover left during the night to whence I know not,
and all I can think is of a cousin’s bedroom with large mirrors
and naked women on the ceiling.
Images of a past time and a time yet to come:
Worthless paper money covering a bathroom wall
Sleeping in cars and traveling with horses
--Virgins only can touch the white unicorn--
Talking to dogs as close friends
And eating mint candies.
The rhododendron hanging near my door laughs at me-
Its laugh, actually I think the plant is a her,
Her laugh makes a cracking sound in the silence.
Then it asks do me a favor please.
I answer, needn’t be crazy to talk to a plant…
I’ll do anything, I answer.
She calls out---
water me.