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Dream Fish
He opens his mouth and a circle falls out
rolls across the floor, I wrangle it with my big toe
and that's the dream
I fail to analyze in favor of more sleep.
When he yawns, I want to drop a guppy
in there, just to see the look on his face.
I have been a fish in his dreams
I have been just below the surface
when his glistening lure
hooks the corner of my lip.
I inquired of him, if I was a goldfish
one sleepy morning, hoping it was so
an oranda maybe, with wavy fins.
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You are small and silver, deeper
than the water alludes--
the wettest part of every mishap
always slipping away, out of the boat
he said
as I tried to look mysterious
as I tried to glimmer
the perfect little dream fish.
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