“I don’t know why we sleep or wake or why one dreams a fast bombastic image and the other memory’s faintest trace which anyway haunts the day, if you look hard through the flawed window glass you can begin to… — Bernadette Mayer Copy Share Image
“I think I know the trees Will never love me and we're here as accidentally” — Bernadette Mayer Copy Share Image
“I don’t know why we sleep or wake or why one dreams a fast bombastic image and the other memory’s faintest trace which anyway… — Bernadette Mayer Copy Share Image
