Beyond Reason from Magical Realism by Kelsey Jarboe

Sometimes I see golden lights in the distance, but it is the front of a bus, going somewhere I don’t know about. I’m afraid that if I get on it, I won’t be able to get back. For years, I took the long way to avoid this dilemma.

My fear has become about waiting, not choices. I didn’t know I had it in me to change so little, over so long of a time. But, whatever it takes.

I cried at the bus stop from the sadness of knowing a thing which causes me to hate the other people who know it as well. Then, I thought that maybe a realist and a sleep walker see the same things but have different priorities.

There’s a sadness, also, to loving you beyond all reason,
and it’s always worse, left to my imagination.

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