The ring Baba gave you that you used to leave by the sink The smell of old cedar and jasmine perfumeįig trees, bottles of milk, and sewing machines Her voice as big as a house, she says, “Burn your things and meet me on the roof in an hour." I think I need to tell my landlord that I’m gonna be late with the rent.Īll the bright planets that hang in the airĬlay and cast-iron, rum-colored silver sunglassesįrench leather purses and saris with painted-on flowers Projected in the cabin, there's an agent he calls "The Wolf". Harrison and I are on a bird he built out of old sedans, balloons, and duct tape. He knocks the sword from my hands, says: “Congratulations, you’ve got the job." I match him blow for blow, counter-parry and dodge, but as the battle wears on, we're getting along. He says, "Where have you been? I've been waiting all day." I say, "With all due respect, I'm only six minutes late." He doesn't say a thing, just nods and pulls out a sword. I know that in the morning it's water in my headĭream of chutes and ladders, sleep through two alarms, and when I stumble through the doorway with my hands through the arms of the sweater that the dry cleaner gave me back a size down, I make it to the bus, not a second to spare, but there's freeze-frame traffic till the intersection where I am scheduled for a meeting with a man who looks like Harrison Ford. I'm swimming in my dreams across the lakeĭoesn't matter if I sleep or follow it out of bed Growing in the basements beneath a brand new town Looking for a trace of our orchard underground We could hear the sirens running up the road Sitting on the ledge outside the second floor And we'll count the ages as they're ending
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