But only just almost
Like light nearly
Light from a big city across the way
Or I’m walking on 34th street
On one of those paths they cut around the sidewalk when they’re doing construction
The people walking towards me are backlit like angels like hands like the movies
From the headlights from oncoming cars
And I can’t see them I feel blind
And my heart is stuffed deep into my shoes and I squint tight
And the angels are coming streaming towards me like
Light nearly
Or paper targets hole-filled on a gun range returning to the gunman
Almost like the dream and the man where almost
And I almost
And I’m on the beach and there are whales parts of whales
Pressed up under the sand and an old big dead eye blinking up at me
I wake up and almost I am scared sort of nearly
And the living room where we live
Where we watched Bruce Springsteen play and he
Threw his arms into the air almost like tight like a soldier
And he threw his arms up and the world moved around him like
Light nearly
And he sang about how he wakes up at night and almost
I wondered I almost asked if
Do you dream of kind of beaches
Where nearly nearly you can touch
The men and whales and
Stanley Milgram in a documentary black and white
I watch on the orange seats hard plastic looking and hunched
Milgram says Go On Teacher, The Learner Is In No Danger
And I think almost nearly but not quite right
He says Blue Girl Nice Day Fat Neck
Sort of making shadow puppets out of almost electric shocks like
Light nearly
I press bottom thumb knuckles into top head pains
Thinking of banquet chandelier new Amsterdam red wine on neck
The angels and the gunmen and the people in the park