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Dreams of Outlanders

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This is what I think about

palpitating under 5 am peace and steady cement:


Between the newspaper office

and home by a ceremonial mountain

is a place called summer; our skin liquifies


every time we trespass in floral ties and birth certificates

umbrella-blessed against harsh winds or sunshine.


we have a way of protecting ourselves,

dematerializing the way stars do against nights of neon and insomnia


stars fading like dreams of outlanders

severed, misplaced, lost to the winds of an oceanic summer—


and we, glassy-eyed and lovestruck

with sick humor and ceremony, lose our sleep


by the hooks of our noses.

By Mandy Chen

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