Thursday, April 16, 2009


in his dream the boy
was a bear
in a mirror. outside
of the mirror he was
a man dressed
to go to work, his face
from a magazine

all my friends are lovers
and they learn to break
their lines like with a sharp
pair of pants--how the hem
how the inseam

i've no shout left
to gather all the stains
and send them packing

the boy grabs his tie-a bushel
of berries in the mirror-outside
he starts his waking.

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