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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 -- |
© crossconnect, inc 1995-2002
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published in association with the
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university of pennsylvania's
kelly writers house
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