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I am confused
by the elevators
They are looming and
cold, briskly demanding
that I know
whether I'm going
up or down and
which floor I'm going to
while I'm barely managing
to know where I
currently am
I want to tell the
elevators to have mercy,
slow down
loosen your metal
unforgiving teeth
Soften your voice,
your mechanical, heartless
bloodless demands
Understand that
I am alone,
almost all your passengers are
alone
and some of us
are weeping
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Plump, round
with perfect, pert boobs
and delicate fingers
slowly, slowly reaching
for her special flower
her clit
A courtesan, was she as erotic
as this? And as consciously so?
Am I heavier than her? Thinner?
I can't actually tell and
I don't know which I'd want:
perhaps to be
just as she is
only with birth control pills
flushing toilets
pre-packaged sanitary pads
and
only one lover, my own.
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I have this
great dream:
I have arrived in Egypt
effortlessly.
I am barefoot, toes in
soft, clean sand
(this is long ago)
I am safe, and just
the right size
Humbled but not
dwarfed by
the pyramids.
And with my feet in
the sand
the sun
over my shoulder
I am taking pictures
of the sky behind
the pyramids
a nearly impossible color
only existing in
this one dream
And no one
before now or after now
will take
pictures like these.
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Friday, August 20th, 2004
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