| From BEING ONE by Lily Brown... |
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(The Moon Creeps Up) The image is a train stop. Or the image is production. Your arm is a shelf quartering the image, or the ocean’s dump-branded water. The ocean’s name or the ocean’s anonymous. Your name an image you can’t see, except through another’s perception. *** (Everybody is a Real One for Me) The dog is real to me in the cold southern street. There’s air in her mouth and in mine. Standing, we see a stumble of leaves dissolve to basic parts, and the sky bow down to the street like a future pillared with salt, or whatever she’s tuned to. |
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