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found poem: I grew up

found poem: dressed

found poem: I studied

found poem: quick

found poem: memories…

These…

indulge…

fear…

memories…

night…

to navigate…

GLITTERING…

hummingbird…

the essence…

YOU’VE STUDIED…

to pop…

the bank…

a dozen…

remembering…

Binary Chalkboard by Ruki OygarEach morning, there were smudges on the chalkboard, indecipherable scrawls, blooms of dusty chalk, as her dreams escaped, rushing away ahead of her awakening. Rarely, a shard of sound or the image of a word lingered or returned to her unbidden later in the day.

She had been such a good dreamer, remembering, recording the tableaus that unfolded each night in the theater of her sleep. But now, even the pen and paper at her bedside, the words of encouragement she spoke to herself before sleep, had little effect. What had changed? Some chemistry of the body? Some artifact of aging? A subtle shift in the patterns of her sleeping or waking? She saw it as a failing, a weakness, a disappointment, this unremembering.

She wanted her dreams. She wanted the image and sound and texture of them to loiter in her memory. She held the chalk, ready to chronicle their return.
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Binary Chalkboard painting by Ruki Oygar

waking…

chivesFor her, waking clicks once, Off to On, asleep to alert, dreams wisping away.

For him, the morning comes on like an ache, a low throb that weights him into the burrow of bedcovers. The gravity of sleep pulls him back, a seduction. Each part of his body seems to return from a far uncharted journey. A diorama of dreams glows under the slow lamp of his attention.

Meeting at that curving intersection, along the quiet contour of warm skin, they linger, listen, laugh.

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