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That Was Me
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53 That Was Me I lose myself in others’ dreams. —John Ashbery That was me, wasn’t it, in your dream, marinating a steak? Unseen, concocting something astringent, something orange-y, While whisking hair from my eyes. Do you know what I look like? Have I been a sigh joining one dream to the next? Or a companion on your visit To an ocean resort? I’m sure I was in the car Looking for the turnoff, the suitcase you dropped And would never go back for. Night is ample and bossy, Snatching us this way and that inside its silk steam, its patio Of drooping palms. My dreams stand at the windows. ...