Wednesday, June 27, 2012

Why must I wake up?

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In a dream of
the funeral of my marriage
the church was packed with
people who didn't seem too
sad though they all showed up
afterwards to the reception
to eat and talk.
An old friend was a sort of
emcee there, showing me racks
of junk food and books of
craft projects.
All the while, she busily
painted huge mural
backdrops onto canvas stretched
over the floor, then hanging them
up with complete delight in her
own efforts.
At the end, she gave me a kindle
book of house listings that was
tuned to an Etsy store made up
of possibilities, my finger flipping
the pages, dreaming.

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