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I woke up floating
In darkness with no pressure from the air
And dreaming of a village square
I think I swept it
The baker had a red stain on his cheek
His thoughts were slow
The river deep
And he watched the street
Or he looked through it
Through the dust he sees a rabbit in the snow
Hindquarter caught and torn
Black bubble eyes
Mikhail would not shut up until he dealt the head a blow

I woke up floating
In darkness with no pressure from the air
And dreaming of a village square
I set the table for an official who was sitting there
The wind shifted
Misting him with fountain spray
I brought him what he wanted and his fork shivered in the bright light
Making angels on the other chair
At the end of his meal he smelled a garden in the heat
To those who loved him
He would like to take this opportunity
To say I miss him too
Why god did not he just own up and show me some humility

I’ve learned to live here
In the doorway with a water snake
As if deciding which bedroom belongs to whom inside the dive
I’ve learned to live here
Now none of my ten fingers work
Tropicalia
Blank memories of water inside the dive
I’ve learned to live here
In the doorway with a water snake
As if my stillness was enough to prove which one of us was dead
I’ve learned to live here
Talkin my ear off with his troubles
Takin a photo of the yellow water line
Dried up, coiled, fast asleep

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from A Run at the Funnel, released August 27, 2019

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