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The Improvement

David Dodd Lee

       (an Ashbery Erasure poem)

I hate this room,
the whole whatever

life beyond
part mind in the moment–

kindly, crazy

enough to smile somehow as we converse

transparent mess
of a dream

even when there's a beating
i want the openness

of an unasked question

calculations of heaven

i own the starting gate

David Dodd Lee

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