Sat with Sarah playing with this. Sometimes frivolity seems like just the thing...
#6. Dream endings you never remember
The mannequins in store windows are nude,
which makes sense since you are naked too.
In fact, no one wears a stitch as they
run to finals in the classes they skipped.
One by one they look up, recognize
the answers written there in colored chalk,
string theory parsed in essay-question prose,
Joyce's mystic symbols clear at last.
Luggage, purses, wallets reappear,
and public speaking's gone, replaced by
telepathy. Even bodies streaking
to their doom rebound in thrilling bungeed
loop de loops. The repressed truth of night:
Just past terror is the hidden delight.
4/7/07
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