The Sleep That Changed Everything. Lee Ann Brown

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      Always to fly over the wings

       And what does a body do without its desires?

      It tries to get them back (Carla Harryman)

      I’m your irreversible Holiday Guest

      The phone rang as we walked in the door

      Sorry we missed each other

      any exchange of info

      or Phraseology

      I limit my register

      Relegation Regulation

      Regulating

      the specifics of her

      encircling the rhythmic phrase

      Embrace loneliness & get over it

      “What’s normal to you

      is strange to me”

      Muscle in on

      Collage as a grid

      I am read

      What would you like

      (Morningfade)

      Too late to lay straight out

      Music spins too short to cut back

      Amazingly unformulaic exchange of modes

      No memory any more than

      writing without remembering

      Mural pout icy blue irises taste salty

      Negative lotion or prosthetic nerve

      Too beautiful for use

      Exclusive of description

      Distant radio blur pensive not

      some kind of horrible rhythm

      Grinning mask

      The black church vibrates

      That’s not nice

      I’ll tell you a story

      Meager income not sleep

      Driver to tense up the flowers

      Fetch the muscular job

      Lack thereof when indifference flutters

      Not impressed by personality

      Scratch “Music”

      Hanging up the phone

      Any trick to sit still

      Dependent on time not motor vehicles

      In the mode of

      grabbing the meat

      Money exchanged hands

      Laying the book flat

      She worked it out

      The sunlight offered solution

      Calling in sick

      the ceiling crumbles

      Stages of dreaming

      travel & funeral

      Forgetting the text

      Deserted not waiting

      a titular running away

      Writing for the “ing”

      Every click startles my little girl

      A father I wish I never had

      Back sliding emotion

      Curious about devolution

      Too busy or not so (with the dailies)

      Balance sheets tear my eye

      A star staring

      Forcing myself on myself

      Auto treble singes the cut

      Extra “E” why kill a moth?

      Harsh detail driven in with a nail

      Phraseology stiffens and pumps

      Missing its next opportunity

      Working together for a moment

      As if compatibility were a muscle

      Too much resistance

      Preponderance too normal

      Spoiled bourgeosie me

      What could they have but beauty

      Backwards medal a moment

      nerve out still proceeding

      stacatto endurance

      tongue tied missive never arrived

      or even called

      never picked up

      as in the machine hung up

      not like I imagined

      a cricket under the fridge

      plate goes back to sleep

      “spot” as percussive

      derivative protest

      byzantine frustration

      under any circumstance

      either deal or freak

      momentum taboos the corner store

      Easter morning alone

      Setting myself up to be toughened

      a spectrum of hair

      Unanthologized Beat

      spun out into

      reading it sometimes to myself

      see if I can still

      end up waiting no matter what

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