____i.
night is an open window. a two-sided thing.
footsteps, car-stereos,
the sound of waves:
open windows.
dreams, Descartes, orangoutangs:
ways out.
____ii.
in the end,
after the confusion,
there is no wave left.
just a little hand that reaches out
ever so slippery
to touch your toes.
____iii.
on the other side of open windows,
after the leap, fall, crash;
there is another world. (maybe)
or this same one,
upside down.
or this same one,
right side up.
____iv.
Autumn is slipping from my fingers.
the prickly needle-tips of branches
have green buds. when i walk in the city,
those trees have white buds. like little feathers,
or dandelions pretending they're stars. reborn dreams,
recounted memories, misplaced chess-pieces come home.
____v.
i'm alone all the time,
that's why i see them again:
windows. archways. cave-entrances.
other places.
misplaced faces. displaced spaces,
places it's hard to come back from.
____vi.
and the other side of night
is not day.
or granite.
or the bottom of the Atlantic.
it's a quietest place,
a darkness)est place;
and dreams, detached from sleep or eyelids,
walk freely, and
discourage exploration;
and that is to say:
reconciliation.
____vii.
the sea does not tire of her own voice.
i walk for an hour, still the same conversation.
relieved it's not me that has to make chatter,
i hug my books and walk on.
on some rocks i see a beautiful girl
in black jeans, oversized sweatshirt, and barefoot-
black curly hair,
whose face stares at the water
____(and never notices me walk past)
a mermaid.
(or siren)
a doorway.
(or well)
(later, i remind myself to dive into darkness,
and determine to not crawl back out)
____(viii. EPILOGUE)
- there are no waves left to corroborate any part of this story.
- the siren was never identified or located.
- upon examination the sea was mute as a whalebone.
- we have no evidence to support the existence of any such windows.
- wells have long since been filled in, or blocked off.
- the author of this story has not, to date, been found.
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