Mechanisms for coping,
sitting with hands splayed,
we keep the throat from
bursting into
and whatever else we call
how we want everything
including what we last
were forced to discard.

Plainly the birds hover
like a fleet of darts
and the grey sky bears down
against the stretch of highway
in palm to palm attrition —

In the dream I am talking
to someone who will phone
in real life,
three days later.
Other, similar ways of projection,
a mirror
someone to cast the line to
someone to swallow tackle and
conversations bright with rust,
entire beds the length of canals,
someone, in the end,
will not say why they chose this
over birds or another kind
of conceit

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