School Poem
for Misty
one placing one pumping
one foot perling & lace
on the rim of a grey sea
...........................grey sea
...........................grey sea
...........................grey sea
...........................grey sea
...........................grey sea
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There is a page of fish
swimming in place
and you are drawing
something toward you.
It is like a carpet
around your head. Its faintness
ending up on you rapids, rapids
& I am in a tent like this.
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Seriously the outline
of your face. See a hole
in the pages of fish sideways.
My speaker, she does not
know whom to float to.
This whole Substitution
in the lopped-off night.
These stars, I want to say,
sort of leopard fish
with silver eyes, w/ no
observable blood.
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Thin is beside your bed
in orange and gold links.
I have to hold on to say
the pages are so thin.
Your purse braided
into flowers & wishing nose
is pins. Pins in the water
t - t - t - t - t - t - t - t - t - t
waffling the water down the room.
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Your place is in a stone
of water - A week, stone.
I call & do not call to you across
little brown & white rivers.
Call and no, running along
the edges of the state. Your tape
& erasers, your hands in schools.
I can't hear how many, how long-
Who in a skirt makes time
in the doorway. Whose outline
is flexed in place.
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Each step in our bodies up: the each
& each & each up us
in yellow pieces of flowers, yellow wigs,
in lines out and in blinking
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