Ray Succre

Isn't It?


I'm a woman going inside now.  Yes, I think so.
That's a drink, isn't it?  But I was dreaming it.

If I had to cross an ocean, I'd want it with an argosy.
Was I ever awake enough to swim?  Was I opened?
No, I'd command the argosy; I'm a woman dragging 
her chest up now.  It could be a wooden hull.

If I were these blankets, I'd want to beat against
the stubborn backs of horses.
Is this the real age, circled as in timber rounds?
I was nearly circled out.

I'm a woman going to dream now.  Yes, I think so.
That's a drink, isn't it?  But I was inside it.

—Ray Succre

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