i sit with Laurie Anderson
it's Illinois
it's a table
we sit in silence
we don't talk
she'd rather smiling
strange
sounds
dreams
once
I haven't dreamed
on her screen
the angel says:
meet or bread?
I look at her
dog
Reed
I conflict
the meet
i can't speak
about
my
mother:
no breathe
her
eyes
melting
my
weeping
Laurie offers
fish
a napkin
Laurie
says
nothing
my dog lives.
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