haruki murakami

i wonder if the wind-up bird man

was dreaming about himself

or if it really was

different people

i wonder if there is a cat

mewing at the bottom of the well

i wonder if i fall into a ditch

would i sit there

and write great poetry?

or would i simply climb out

and have nightmares

about ditches

and the bottomless

dark

i wonder about a sandwich

with pickles and a simple salad and a beer

how it would taste if i were

a character or perhaps

haruki murakami

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