A favorite fantasy of mine
is to turn back
toward my pick-pocketer
knee him in the jewels
& beat 'em senseless
instead of running away
or trembling
like the rational one would do.
The American Dream II
I also, though secretly, look out windows
and imagine myself jumping.
There're two ends to this:
roof to roof to roof;
or I stick to the air.
I never see the ground in that fantasy.
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