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Inappropriate Dreams

I can’t tell you

how often.

You in the grocery store


everyone with

the lettuce.

Elsewhere, food

in the file folders.

It’s not supposed to

be there, get it?

Another time you

were rolling down a hill

like a blueberry

rolling toward

me, a bear who will

eat anything

this time of year

but wants

just you. Then

you are not you but

the plum of a pebble

that I skipped

into the lake

and found somehow

night after night.

from Our AndromedaFind it in the library

Copyright © 2012 Brenda Shaughnessy
Used with the permission of The Permissions Company, Inc.
on behalf of Copper Canyon Press.

Published in Brenda Shaughnessy Poems

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