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love poem, in three parts --- L A U R E N R I L E S M I T H
function getOneFrom(theArray){
return theArray[(Math.floor(Math.random()*(theArray.length)))];
Sleeping upright in the closet
next to skeletons:
skin rasp against
her bony hip [her bone hip]
[pearl, clasp, hair]
questions = new Array(
'can I', 'can they', 'can we', 'can you',
'can\'t I', 'can\'t they', 'can\'t we', 'can\'t you'
In dreams there is no logic;
or, rather, you'll find a logic
external to yr reasoning. Say this. Say to us,
"In dreams there are no [x]." In dreams
there are no. If my limbs give out
& I sink to the --
If I grasp yr hand & will not let --
adjectives = new Array(
'metallic', 'fried', 'stolen', 'choking', 'breathless'
'aspiration' 'inspiration' 'transpiration' 'perspiration'
The pencil slides from her grasp,
slick as a fish & slippery w/ saltwater. [muscular]
The pattern of scales; the grouper thrashing. She's tired
but cannot dream. You're beating me --
[you're breathing me] in & out, the icy air: until
my hands are caked with sweat & chalk --
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