Spring '11 TOC
in he told me New Jersey there was an off ramp where they piled corpses of bad drivers a piece of gossip he passed on brightly
this being overheard: I am not like the story of myself
this being a secret I didn’t tell but was widely known
I dreamt a question and answered it awake
that snow is not white close up seemed important as if deception of senses had a role to play
(the dog doesn’t like snow)
I dreamt of lovemaking in a vacant building and wanted it awake
we made a promise to think of each other from three states away at 5:17pm
I thought of an entrance and him standing in it curled toes on gray carpet this being our secret
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