February 23, 2004

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  night/day

  
  

  The boat in which I had been riding was carved inside and burned by the moon. Toward the end of its journey, I rejoiced to see a picture of my face below its floor with dawn beside it. Something ended and I woke.
  A window brings itself above me, closed and frightened. At the sill I sense felicity with twirling eyes and melting, I approach. The floor tilts, time runs backwards. Lost, I stirred and slept again.
  One oar is missing…

  
  

  
  

  (written in my youth)
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  Deep Thought: I remember the first time I ever went to the museum and saw the mummy. At first I was afraid of it. So, to get over my fear, I started pointing at the mummy and doing a funny little dance. But then I couldn’t stop doing the dance. Something made me dance faster and faster until finally I fell on the floor. Even then I couldn’t stop doing the dance. I flailed about helplessly, yelling some weird Egyptian words! Then I think I passed out, from hitting my head on the marble floor. Now, I’m happy to say, I’m no longer afraid of the mummy, mainly because I don’t go there anymore.
  Today I am grateful for: Prose poetry
  

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