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Monday, May 19, 2008
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Waiting for the clock to announce
the prizes I have won.

Waiting for the mirror to grant
permission to use the phone.

Waiting for my handsome jaw
to apologize for its unshaven promises.

Waiting for the credits at the end of the meal.
Waiting for coffee to overcome its amnesia.

Waiting for my stomach to suggest a reply
to the faces in my cup.

Waiting for the typewriter to finish
a history of the American railroad.

Waiting for the guitar to strike a bargain
with the moan of the whistle departing.

Waiting for my lost chameleons to come home,
having finally chosen. Waiting for the map to invent

a new measurement of distance.