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With Shut Eyes What My Mind Sees Does Not Belong to Me
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With Shut Eyes What My Mind Sees Does Not Belong to Me In the city whose streets I knew by the size of candles kept lit for the neighbor’s missing children I ate melons in a dusty kitchen and pierced lures into the lips of fish in my aquarium until each hook became a leaf that floated out from the fishes’ mouths and up to the water’s surface. When birds lit on the front lawn I scared them off with erratic movements. The voices of my depressed and handsome neighbors were roughly the same as mine. Me and not me and the two halves by the same name. I lost some people and made a few mistakes. Each day, I tried to give myself a different name. Today, you are Jim I would say, and vertigo might fill your veins and you will surely lack direction. Near the freeway entrance I tried to keep certain thoughts at arm’s distance. I watched a runaway kill snow with urine. Above him, tiny birds called out from their common nest. ...