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People think I’m blue. My poems were blue but I’m purple. Mypoems take you nowhere. I want you to read Woolf before readingmy poems. I’m a liar. My Poems are blue lies and I live purple. Mypoems are claustrophobic and waiting for Godot who never comes.My Poems are waiting and I’m waiting, and we do not have a placeto go. Please lend me your head and brains; let’s live there blue andpurple. I name my puppy Blue. My boyfriend calls me sky. He knowsnothing of purple and the long lucid dream I rent to write my poems.You cannot wake me from sleep because I know I’m dreaming andmy poems are lucid dreams.