June 24, 2012

I eschew the dream poem, toss it to
the side, or the wolves, whichever.

Instead, I will stare at this empty
grape juice bottle because it is reality.

Unlike you. In the bottle there is an
ease, and entropy and ennui stop for
a second.

It all stops. The forgetting is sweet
in these moments.

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