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I could tell you I was a banana salesman in Brazil, and when we get there turns out I never sold a banana in my life, or, you could be riding a 1950's bicycle down a hill, I could run out with a flag and wave it like you just won a race, then I’d stand there and be so happy for you, then we sleep, under a cardboard cutout tree that’s got blue leaves and an unidentified fruit pretending to grow, our hands sailing our bodies as we drift off, in the morning I decide to paint them, and the painting moves when you’re not around, I hang it where ever I go, even in a restaurant it’s got to be next to me, I’m at a truck stop it’s dead dark and there’s a gun to my head and I think this has to be a joke, long time comes before you save me, I grow to hate time because it’s short and it always gets rid of you, I’m in a museum, actually I broke in, but I don’t want to steal anything, so I call you wake you up in the middle of the night and describe all the art in detail, and you tell me it was the best dream you ever had, some months either before or after that we are in a blank room with blank looks on our faces, we break out in laughter at the same time because it's silly, you introduce me to your mother and tell her I’m an auto mechanic, I get out a manual and it takes me two weeks to change the oil, by that time she figured it out, wandering the country I am in search of the perfect town, waiting patiently you are, painting nails and watching television, I’m in a motel room and you’re on the television, for a second I wonder if you’re real, but I roll over and the look you give me tells me you must be, are you getting tired I wonder, we never stay in the same place too long, so we buy a boat to live on, because we never stay in the same place too long
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2002