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It's as impossible to be here

As anywhere else

She stares at the stars

while I eat my muffin

One hungry with wonder

The other full

To always be in motion there is no choice
even for the mountain and its frigid
cousins floating on the oceans that even sluggish
seethe and moan and laugh out loud at their own
jokes. How "like the human heart" can be said of
pert near everything, pint of fizz, punching
bag because all moves: the mouse, the house,
the pelt of moon corresponding to the seas
(see above) (now get back here) of mood,
sadness heaving kelp at the sunken city's
face, gladness somersaulting from the eaves
like a kid's drawing of a snowflake.
–Dean Young

A ghost on the telephone

you’re waking the dead feelings in me

you’re pulling the rug right from under my feet

your making my stone cold heart start to beat

my love for you is like a zombie

The smell of my breath

from the blood in your neck

oh, I hold my soul

from the lands unknown

So I can play the strings of your death

–Dead Man's Bones