Coma-tose

Nguyen Quan

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Coma-tose

Sometimes, when I dream
I see myself awake, washing
piles and piles of glasses, plunging
my mind in scented soap, pressing
rags onto their ceramic veins,
edges chipped off like chapped
lips, bottoms
blackened by ashes.

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