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[Untitled] by Jerimee Bloemeke

by: Jerimee Bloemeke

I sleep as the noise has stopped beginning
Within the warning on the warning label
Attached to the cord,
Within the shadow of the warning label
Attached to the cord,
Within the shadow of the cord
Within the shadows on the wall, the tree’s shadow
Swaying on the wall, the tree shadowing the pickets,
The pickets’ shadows shadowing piked
Portions of the building’s brick wall.

It is in these shadows I sleep
Everywhere where there are vehicles, engineer’s
boots,
Plastic bags, a pedestrian, anonymous, anonymous
In an almost anonymous where-about, a location, mapped,

Where lights cast shadows beyond glass. Beyond glass
I am beyond light. I stand beyond a door
I know to be unlocked, aware of the pedestrian
With its small, anonymous square of light
And its almost anonymous map location;
Aware of the constellations the pedestrian sees
As stars who are as aware of me as they are aware
Of the noise I hear them make; aware of no switch
Which can stop the noises beginning
Which are about to go unheard.