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WHAT WE MEAN
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?

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By space we mean
the collapsible
White Sox Lost.
Photo by a.k.