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Anthony McCann

Dreams of Waking

 

Over the photographed earth to the photographed park

Once I woke up in my ape suit “just thinking”

It was very important to be prevalent once

Extreme States was just the name of my shirt

And to hegemonize sleep was not just a game

With the drool of a year attached to my name

My left eye still smeared happily shut

Napping means to go drool shadow now

While the sky scalds itself with aluminum dread

Back in nineteen whatever you fill in the blank

Can you believe now once how my body talked

With all these words in the hands of the dead

Everyday I disown myself twice wake again

Go back to sleep with my brains in my hands 

 

 

Letter Never Sent

 

The hills in the yellowing light

The sound of traffic far off

I remember the names of the grass

The terrible names of each blade

 

The sound of my voice in your name

To memorize you and your hands

Your lips, how they close when you look

How you looked repeating my name

 

O, please just no more events!

To kiss all your noise and your name

Now I describe my emotions

The sky is a lower case x

 

I say the names of my hands

First left and then right and then right

Strange to have hands and a name

I look down to my hands when I speak

 

I don’t say my name to my hands

(I’ll save that dark magic for last!)

This event will go unrecorded

Weird, fake birds overhead

 

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