90. NIGHT INTROSPECT
(Sue)
at 3 a.m.
one thinks the strangest things
in 12 hours I will be
sucked into the sky shot over
a cloud dragged through the hills
dropped in New Haven
I am fearful of this new forest
I don’t want to look too deep
for fear of the face, the eyes, looking back
tonight I saw the pond
and looked past the glitters
at the sunken worlds
bittenoff ends of mourning dragwillows
I will not go to your castle
because there am I
and because I fear your dungeons
chain and pounding weary mallets
bottle of blood
I have prickled my hand
on a foreboding thorn
oh forest
if you knew
the things I have seen
the cities I have stood and wept in
the transdimensional highways I have hitched
run through by fast cars
and barreling truck monsters
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