POEM (for Raul Ruiz)

We are perhaps hopping into a car
that's maybe going nowhere
I think I remember you being there
insisting it was a real place
that you'd imagined for the first time
at the age of three at three in the afternoon
It's not that I doubted you it's that
I thought that maybe I wasn't there
that night or maybe the car had been stolen
earlier that day while we'd watched a movie on TV
HORROR OF SPIDER ISLAND
the best movie ever made but surely
not as good as some that aren't
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