Rebekah Remington Poems

Don't open the blinds; give me fifteen minutes.
This morning my mind like a century
which sees the rise and fall of 22 emperors
and all I've done is empty the dishwasher.
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is one way to say the episode subsides.
I am a girl again. A tendril of vine
cage snakes to the floor.
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Though in the lower standard deviation, I fall, the statistician says,
within the normal range of happiness. Therefore, no drugs today.
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I was there.
The fan trembled.
The plant trembled.
The rented room became one faint undulation.
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In the book of optical illusions
first you see the ancient one
butting heads with the rabbit
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The storm veered north and missed me.
On TV an insurance man
goes among twisted joists,
discerning wind damage from flood damage.
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