Two Poems
Sarah Manguso, 17 February 2005
The Black Garden
The first thing I did was imagine a circle and get in it. Then I paid my bills and coughed up some neutrinos. Things seemed to be going my way. Outside the circle the world waited with its dinner party and its hologram floor of moving stars. Sometimes I left the circle and let things happen in that other place.
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It was safer outside the circle than in as I had not yet named...
