DéJA VU

A clean reflection

sitting in a field,

red poppies at the foot of Mont Serrat,

my mother

among the poppies,

And there I am again,

at two,

squinting into the sun,

someone points a camera,

something that’s me


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Saturday, November 27, 2010

If I Were a Hacker Pop Ups

You dream and the outside comes in,
so inseparable you forget
you can turn it off.
This is a Free Fly Zone.
Maximize.
You never know how long it will work.
Maybe you can stay longer.
Your phone is ringing.
Tomorrow you will have a dream about eyes. 
When you wake up you will remember something about water. 
Then you will plug in and see me. 
What is it you're looking at? 

(c) Bonny Finberg


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