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Chen Chen
The best part of waking up is
falling, when one can, right back to sleep. My favorite part
of drinking tea is forgetting
I ever made it. The worst part of being awake is suddenly missing
every me I used to be. Though that

can also happen in dreams.
Duh. What can’t? Boring people to inhumane death with a lengthy
recap of a dream
at an otherwise epic picnic? Has anyone ever been literally bored
to death? Gored, yes,

but bored? I ponder this while remaking
my Irish Breakfast tea & missing my Scottish Breakfast, which ran out
the other day, though I’m not sure how
exactly the two differ, & usually in my American
restaurants, I order English

Breakfast, as that’s all they have,
which seems wrong & thoroughly imperialist
maybe. I don’t know much.
I know: in a dream, the tea could stay forever the exact right
drinking temperature & I never want

that. I want the debauched
joy of everyday bumbles & flops & the effort to be once more
more of my me’s
though of course some I’ve outgrown & oops
the tea’s cold again & oh

let’s just whack it
in the microwave this time & what do I know except that
I miss you.
Though you’re only in the other room,
working. Answering

customers’ always uncalm,
sometimes kooky calls. Chugging your iced (no whip) mochas.
In a dream, you wouldn’t,
shouldn’t be working, so I wouldn’t, couldn’t get to miss you,
not in this sweetly

boring way. Or
you would, in the dream, be working, but on Jupiter,
performing very important
extremely scientific research on the gas giant. Gassy research
that will giantly aid humanity, no,

every last earthling,
amazing! But darling, my dearheartling. My
myling, it would
gore me to miss you
that much.
from the journal WILDNESS
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