“Poetry is a dream made in the presence of reason.”—Adam Zagajewski
I went for a walk with a girl I hardly knewwhen I was a boy on a trail by a riverfor a film I didn’t know was being madeby a director I couldn’t see or hearbehind his hidden camera in the cloudsand trees as we recited our linesunwittingly with no idea of the plotor ending as we walked for milesin that paradise of a park, which is whywe were killing it on that cerulean dayin a way that was more real than the trailitself, which has been razed, I’ve heard,for a housing development, which meansthe world in which we live todayhas become an illusion since we bothstill walk that trail where we were borna second time in a paradise we…
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The American Poetry Review (Digital) - 1 Issue, March/April 2024