From cb93d15fc0557bb5d6a68359f6294b1abbb8130e Mon Sep 17 00:00:00 2001
From: Case Duckworth
Date: Sun, 1 Mar 2015 18:18:41 -0700
Subject: Add two more poems

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+---
+title: A real writer
+genre: verse
+
+project:
+    title: Autocento of the breakfast table
+    css: autocento
+...
+
+Sometimes I feel as though I am not a real writer.  \
+I don't smoke.  I don't wake up early but I don't sleep \
+all day either.  I find myself increasingly interested \
+in dumb luck.  Chance: I've found two dimes in as many \
+days.  Does this mean I've found twenty lucky pennies?  \
+I want you to participate.  You the reader.  You, \
+the probabilistic god of my dreams.  I've been having \
+strange dreams lately.  I don't remember them but \
+they leave impressions.  A bare foot.  A tunnel \
+of hair from her face to mine.  A boat stranded \
+in a living-room.  Something warm.  Something like the sun \
+through my eyelids.  A hand, with all its dead symbology.  \
+My teeth have fallen out.  No, you pulled them out \
+with your hands, threw them over your left shoulder \
+like salt, to wish away bad luck.  I have something \
+to tell you: bad luck follows like a dog.  It lets you \
+get ahead for a few days, a week, a year.  You'll see, \
+it'll bite your sleeping face when you're not looking.  \
+I've been dreaming about the future, I know.  In my dream \
+I am not a writer, I live in a place with rain.  You \
+are sunning yourself as you read this, on a beach or \
+maybe a desert.  Let me move in with you.  I can cook \
+or clean or take care of your dog while you're out.  \
+I'll never have to write again.  I'll watch television.  \
+Do I want to become a writer?  Tell me.  Should I smoke?  \
+I can sleep all day in your attic if you want, become \
+your god, lose my own, settle to the bottom of the bed \
+like a boat in a river, dream about nothing but furniture.
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