write a poem begininning with The problem with ______
The Problem with Waking Up
The problem with waking up is not
That you have widened, unimaginably in the night
That under the warm press of comfort
your body is now the size of a inland sea,
[- a new species swims at the bottom, eluding the photograph].
The problem with waking up is not that as each car passes your window
things vanish in its wake –
the man in your dream who pushed you – who pushed your car from the outside so you almost, almost hit those women, their tea, the glasses breaking. you were in the backseat and could do nothing why did he push you to it what did he look like that man a car passes and the water you poured then cut with scissors in a bag that stayed there like water would never do – you cut it and it stayed, - it doesn’t spill but vanishes into the beginning of the question
when
The leather belt that she held onto with her teeth.
The stairwell in which she was sick.
Going
The question: when.
The answer: now.
The question: when is that.
The problem with waking is not that you quickly become
so much smaller
(- one or no fish swim inside)
The problem is that you know where you are.
You know what came before.
It comes to you
And this you cannot help
It comes to you.
That.
Oh.
Yes.
That.
3 comments:
Oh jeez. That was beyond vivid. I'm thinking that those days we look forward to waking up are rare enough to really savor. Like tomorrow when I get to ride 100k on my bike!
up in the foothills, right?
might see you at the Gumbo thing after then.
good luck.
..and thanks for reading, eh?
yes, the lovely foothills. and with my tired legs i'll have an excuse not to dance. :)
the pleasure is all mine.
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