August 12, 2011

Tell me about the dream where we pull the bodies out of the lake 
and dress them in warm clothes again. 
How it was late, and no one could sleep, the horses running 
until they forget that they are horses. 
It’s not like a tree where the roots have to end somewhere, 
it’s more like a song on a policeman’s radio, 
how we rolled up the carpet so we could dance, and the days 
were bright red, and every time we kissed there was another apple 
to slice into pieces. 
Look at the light through the windowpane. That means it’s noon, that means 
we’re inconsolable. 
Tell me how all this, and love too, will ruin us. 
These, our bodies, possessed by light. 
Tell me we’ll never get used to it.

Richard Siken

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