Rising from the dead.

For Linnea

We are looking for a place to sleep,
we are looking for a place to lay our bodies

We are standing in the rain waiting for a train,
we are so very late for the resurrection.

& I day dream you asleep on a ship
but you are right next to me

& my arms ache for you
& then the sun rise from our

bed and rubs the sleep from
its eyes & tells us to make love

again, and we do

and we are
no longer tired
& we are raised up

from the once dead &

now we are
both on the ship that I day dreamt
sailing back across the river Lethe,

coming home

as it was once written in a letter
you sent me; that finally

arrives.

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