the etiquette of ballet slippers
in a bird’s dream; frozen
coffee and my body has
a door
the painted mattress scans
all the dolls in the phonebook
twisting the kitchen into birds
america is a thing insider her
ashes and dreams; tell your
big wooden shoes to cut it
out
u fan your dream and go west
i don’t touch the secret wings
of the ocean
i watch u dream as she whispered
to the paintings on the wall the last
night robin williams was alive on this
earth.
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