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Curtis Perdue & Philip Muller

IT’S CALLED SCIENCE

 

 

When the land keeps you afloat and moving in such a way

That you sense your heart is outside you

 

When you realize you’re roofed on a giant creature

And the giant creature turns out to be your mother

 

Spinning the earth

At an incredible pace you can tell

 

By her singing

When the gas stations are full of stuffed alligators

 

And their absence of wetness is terrifying

 

When the museum’s center has a vantage point

Of all its awes

 

When the exhibits are made up of cuticles

And mustard seed

 

You are on your back

 

You are on your face and watching

Your wife get dressed

 

When you are a giant creature and it turns out you’ve erupted

Into a fleet of tuna

 

When memory is clothed in elevator music

 

In the mirror you can see her way back there

 

There is a scratching in my brain and it

Looks like carpet

 

I am a sky away from becoming a gorgeous

Breaking apart

 

When I have put together a puzzle of rain

And treble and boulder

 

When the piano is pushed over the cliff and you finally hear 

What it is to be open

 

And it sounds like trees

Making love on the roof of a train

 

When the forest sleepwalks into your arms

And nobody wakes up

 

Not even your friends’ babies

 

When the astronauts drag their canoes

Along the coast

 

The quiet they leave in the sand escapes

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