{ Thursday, April 1, 2004 }
The Fit
In a fit of repugnance
each moment
rips itself in half,
producing a twin.
*
In a coming-of-age story
each dream
produces me:
an ignorance
on the point of revelation.
*
I'm at a side table
in a saloon
in Alaska,
my eye on the door
where a flood of strangers
pours in.
*
The door or the window?
It's morning.
—Rae Armantrout
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