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Illustration: Jim Boraas


Alicia Curtis: Dream of Being Everywhere
Illustration: Jim Boraas
 

 

It was not a dream per se
but the tail end of a trip,
              and not the bad kind
              clawing walls and cawing
just something softer, wrapped up
              in sheets, warm water
                                          at dawn.

Every corner held a facet of me,
              every voice spoke my name
in every painting, the mottled harlequin
              and the lanky fool,
              the fox and the drunken bird,
              the man with too many names
                            and one great hat.

Every smile was a murder.

Now, I have slipped to the outskirts,
allowed the bear tamer to lead
              me past the woods.
              He speaks stories never heard,
wrapped up in pictures never seen,
ushering the past to its own shadow,
              always ready
                            for a midnight performance. 


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