The doll told me   
to exist.
It said, "Hypnotize yourself."
It said time would be   
transfixed.
                     *
Now the optimist
sees an oak   
shiver
and a girl whiz by   
on a bicycle
with a sense of pleasurable   
suspense.
She budgets herself   
with leafy
prestidigitation.
I too
am a segmentalist.
                     *
But I've dropped   
more than an armful
of groceries or books
downstairs
into a train station.
An acquaintance says   
she colors her hair
so people will help her   
when this happens.
To refute her argument,   
I must wake up
and remember my hair's   
already dyed.
                     *
As a mentalist,   
I must suffer
lapses
then repeat myself   
in a blind trial.
I must write   
punchlines only I   
can hear
and only after   
I've passed on
                
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