Jacquelyn Frost Poems

Last night I dreamt that I walked into the Abernathy Building:

I was whistling Eddie Cochran’s rock record about climbing some stairs
As I floated on up to the twenty-thousandth floor.
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I can't act
I can't sing
I can't dance
I can't paint
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She sat herself down
at her desk
on a beautiful blue skied day
in the middle of August
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I must be a cat!
For this curiosity
Is surely killing me:
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