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by Eliseo Martinez
You Remind Me
I had a beautiful dream one night.
I wanted to be lost in it
forever.
It was like clouds of light being held
by silver strings that vibrated
and made music
like sex
in the wind.
I tried very hard to hold on
to that dream, when I
woke up I found
a piece of cloud
in my hand.
It's not the dream you
remind me of
(though you move
in daydream motion).
You remind me of
the magic
that makes waking up
with a cloud in my hand
possible.
Safe Sex vs. Brooklyn Astronauts
it was a hot day in Brooklyn
watching a kid fit a rubber over
the top half of his head, breathing
in through his mouth,
breathing out through his nose.
soon he had a dim pink
anti-pregnant halo over his chubby face
like some perverse prepubescent astronaut
--
"come in, Houston.
am approximately 4-5 light years away
from pussy not printed on paper or film.
am setting crotch on auto-pilot and am
presently engaging programs: 'cartoons', 'pro-
wrestling', 'game boy advance', and 'other
ill shit.'
over."
when his helmet popped off his head
he discarded the torn rubber along the street
and walked casually between two rows of dead
automobiles.
it was something to laugh about as he walked
away, the condom laying on the street like
a
neglected cemetery already filling up
with boring sunlight.
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