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Fake
Teeth, Real Baby
There's no 4th of July in December
(though in this jar, fake teeth, real baby).
I
don't want you, I just want
to sleep in the back of your head.
CAN!
YOU! HEAR!
5. This will be the last
[ Time stops. ]
Why
didn't you tell me before
that red is
the undersea of blue?
How
to Remember
Heat is invisible but rises,
like the memory of a tree
streams off the orange
you hold in your hand.
That
orange was true
as a photograph
it really happened.
(Remember?)
I
believe in love
and the way it leaves you
a particle and a wave
until the source is gone
and you're out like a light.
Goodnight.
Turn to the cool
outer edge of the sheet.
The ceiling heat stroked
by the sleepy fan.
The smell of orange blossoms
thickening the dark.
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