Every time I fall asleep someone picks me up.
How does this happen?
I mean, I look to each place--each, as I nodded off, and I let it know,
You are beautiful.
And each disappeared.
I was swimming in a neighborhood pool.
The shadow of the ladder scowled on the green wall.
When I woke up I was on a marble baker's slab, and
Someone picked me up, coughing up flour, on a soft mattress. I had no idea where I was.
It meant nothing.
People seem to think I just make things up.
But I remember everything.
The pink veneer on the steel opposite this glass partition
Is exactly like one in a dream
(I woke up, and something carried me.)
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