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Walking around today          the dream
a fist at the base of my spine          labored to move me—
I was like a fridge, or a piano

This was painful but effective          My absurd weight together with
the ground’s inexplicable softness

I left the wetland slashed and ribbed
I took zero responsibility
I was right to assume it wasn’t real when none of my bones were parallel in the first place

I was tall and narrow like an implement for the garden          favored, and a burden
Strut gouging the surface           I loved the center
Posted 04/05/10
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