What Isn’t White Carpet?

If looks can kill this sentence is the end of nothing: I watch you watch me in my dreams last night. There were friends on top of ledges, silverware eyes, perfectly groomed metropolitan pets, & the last thing—the last thing I saw was you seeing me before I woke up. Now! We’re here, now, but there isn’t any time at all. There’s our lives & our wakes & our sleeps & do you believe in me?

Parker Tettleton is a vegan Leo living in Portland, Oregon. He is the author of This Is A City (Ravenna Press, forthcoming), Please Quiet (Ravenna Press, 2018), Ours Mine Yours (Pitymilk Press, 2014), Greens (Thunderclap Press, 2012), & Same Opposite (Thunderclap Press, 2010). More is here.

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