That I was on a small ship…rocking wrong and making me sick.
That I had been shot in the stomach by an invisible bullet
that left no obvious wound but it hurt like hell.
That there are people…more than a dozen, standing in the street
talking about brown shoes and argyle socks.
That several hundred small stupid birds were lining up in the sky
waiting to arrive at my window
to sing out of tune at the top of their lungs.
That I had actually slept with Claire Du Bac when I had
the chance more than forty years ago.
That one of my legs is secretly shorter than the other
and little by little I have walked my life in a great
circle.
That I had a dog named Tippy who could talk to me.
That it rained so hard one day that whole parts of me
were washed away like sins in the River Jordan
and I woke up a much thinner person
though not narrow in any way.
That the obnoxious sound of telephones ringing rises into
the stratosphere and collects there like shards of
black ice.
That my left hand went to sleep and dreamed.
That I suddenly looked good in hats.
That I had been a soldier in several previous lives
to no particular avail.
That I was able to stand on my head without using my hands.
That politicians of all sorts gather in church basements every where
and talk about nothing important, wearing faces
from a birthday party for bad news.
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