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And Zooey Deschanel's Eyes
And Zooey Deschanel's Eyes
Awakened by the horoscope
I boot up as if for camp.
There is a screen there. It
keeps nothing out or in.
I love the screen, its messages,
its duende. I can find a cure
for almost anything. I can
fall to pieces in poesies. Or
I can fall into Zooey Deschanel's
eyes. And wake again to
the dream, every night, the one
about the other place, the
reality where this all happens
twice. Once to you and once to
all the lit-up strangers. Amen.
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| Thanks much for your smart reading of the poem. |
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| Interesting little dreamy piece. I like the rhythm; while it is very unusual, it fits with the endlessness of the subject. The lines continue for seemingly forever, within the poem, as does the protagonist's actions. A bittersweet commentary on the Internet, falsely seeming to bring people together while rarely doing that for real. |
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