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we had an old mattress.
midare

i.
 1
 
 
between air
 2
in exile,
 3
fathom yourself.
 4
we're going to
 5
walk this path,
 6
your brother's last
 7
crest, beneath
 8
consumer products and
 9
beneath acacias,
 10
in the cry
 11
of the river.
 12
you've been dodging the precipices
 13
empty handed, carrying
 14
this mattress
 15
because i didn't.
 16
 
 
ii.
 17
 
 
there, almost.
 18
the river
 19
gasping purple
 20
itself enough to fill
 21
fifteen years of an hour a day
 22
its liquid eye
 23
suspended on a thousand
 24
terrible cries
 25
of a language powerful
 26
in others and in aging.
 27
i swam. now i'm back home.
 28
 
 
iii.
 29
 
 
you said
 30
"how will i know?"
 31
and i said
 32
"well, turn the river
 33
on the sun, the point
 34
from which my life
 35
at night
 36
used to carry water."
 37
 
 
iv.
 38
 
 
it occured to me that
 39
this mattress
 40
would think we were anywhere,
 41
and i was sure
 42
it could even walk.
 43
but maybe eleanor
 44
maybe elly convinced me
 45
that we needed a new mattress.
 46
you woke
 47
yesterday,
 48
with but a few words
 49
about two years
 50
through coffee fields.
 51
 
 
v.
 52
 
 
lets get a new mattress
 53
as long as
 54
we get rid of this
 55
surface tension;
 56
i don't want to get
 57
a good mattress
 58
back again.
 59

this is a cut-up poem.  i don't think i can make claims to authorship.

18 Feb 06


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I already commented on this, somewhere else methinks
maria
 — unknown

thanks maria. i'm working on some of the changes you suggested.
maybe we could have a longer conversation about it?
 — midare

Mmm. This poem is love.
 — leah

Can I sit here and like this poem?
 — unknown

dear unknown.
yes you may.
 — midare

midare, this is lovely, I will take the time to comment more
love
maria
 — unknown

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