By Rae Armantrout

Oh Princess,
you apple-core afloat

in coke
in a Styrofoam cup
on an end-table,

you dust, glass, book, crock, thorn, moon.

Oh Beauty who fell asleep
on your birthday.

we swipe at you.


How are we defining "dream?"

An exaggerated sense

of the relevance
of those details,

of "facts"
as presented?

A peculiar
reluctance to ask

presented by whom
and in what space?


By space we mean
the collapsible