By Rae Armantrout
Strand. String.
In this dream,
the paths cross
and cross again.
They are spelling
a real boy
out of repetition.
Each one
is the one
real boy.
Each knows
he must be
wrong
about this, but
he can’t feel
how.
The fish
and the fisherman,
the pilot,
the princess,
the fireman and
the ones on fire.
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But who doesn’t
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