Because These Failures Are My Job Alison Luterman This morning I failed to notice the pearl-gray moment just before sunrise when everything lightens; failed also to find bird song under the grinding of garbage trucks, and later, walking through woods, to stop thinking, thinking, for even five consecutive steps. Then there was the failure to name the exact shade of blue overhead, not sapphire, not azure, not delft, to savor the soft squelch of pine needles underfoot. Later I found the fork raised halfway to my mouth while I was still chewing the last untasted bite, and so it went, until finally, wading into sleep’s thick undertow, I felt myself drift from dream to dream, forever failing to comprehend where I am falling from or to: this blurred life with only moments caught in attention’s loose sieve — tiny pearls fished out of oblivion’s sea, laid out here as offering or apology or thank you -- p2: defenestrate --

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