I remember coming out of the anesthesia, drifting back from wherever it is you go, back to consciousness. I looked at my mother and said “Now, will you tell me why we’re here?”
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The scientist invited me to her work, greeted me / on the icy sidewalk to usher me past guards stomping
Longing for what it already had; yea, the rain / Should have replaced the air one-for-one,
They do not know day from night, under the screaming lights, but when the men leave and the bulbs go out, they dream.
I’m always whisked to midnight / by ugly wind.
I think, “It must be she, the tree, standing attentive ...
I suppose I have been this man, regardless of what can be said of me
The tree buds are swelling, and spring emerges
the moths on paper towels are too perfect to move
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