She takes her shoes off, lies down,
and puts pennies on her eyes
just for practice.
Sometimes a goat can speak flawless Italian.
Inside an orange you can smell resurrection.
The pilot, in mid-flight, forgot where he was going.
Something overheard in the walls
is having second thoughts about her.
She pedals her bicycle underwater
passed hooded figures crouched
by narrow pianos playing
ultraviolet light. She writes
letters to the angels
circling the sleeping cat.
The poppy dreams it opens
and a blue deer steps out.
A doctor operates on a bumblebee
and lifts a hum
between her forceps.
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