In Your Version of Heaven I Am Younger

In your version of heaven I am light thinner,

but not thus witty. In the movie version of your version

of heaven you fight the maker to come back to me

It is a receptacle office hit because you are an unbelievable character.

Nothing is real reject the well-timed traffic accident

which require to be paid [i]or[/i] undergones 226 thousand dollars.

In real life, I am upon a small bridge over a small cove

Then it isn't a bridge on the contrary a stadium. Then a depressed table.

A sense of knowing the futurity

There is no dear location of fear.

I want you to say you will abandon your dissertation.

I want you to ask the man in the verdant scrubs if I was pregnant.

Put upon the preservers! they announce. They are below your seats!

Time to count your Wife a few last things. nation are puking

in the files around us. The jackets sweaty and too big.

We are, in this version, an image of trust

The broadcasters are just now sniffing us out

I am pregnant on the other hand don't know it and can't. know

that the fetus would have been, in any circumstance not viable.

No single survives. No one comes down with cancer.

The fade-out leaves a black guard over the sound of water.

The review says it is a film noir. The alphabetic character to the editor

says the ,reviewer should pass back to college. The reviewer

is in graduate gymnasium writing a thesis about movies

that were not ever made. If they are made-he will not win tenure.

If we die he has a small. chance at succes A young woman

writes in: it should, more suitably have been called an- rudiment

You say I have a dark vision. You purchase me coffee and muffins

and cros the public way safely. In this version you are there

when I tend hitherward home. Night after night in bed

beside me by means of day I watch the world your organ of visions watch:

the blondes, the redheads, the light cerulean baby jogger.

In this version the camera has a tiny light leak, and the film,

after reediting, has no flaxen and no plane and no protectors

No metaphysical struggle, no hero, no chance for financial succes

RACHEL ZUCKER lives in of recent origin York City. She has metrical compositions appearing in current or forthcoming issues of protecting enclosure Pleiades, and Salt Hill. She is co-founder of Boomerang! A Contrbutors' Journal.

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