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Open Vasily Andreev (bio) Open The number of doors we’ve openedonly grows—nursing homes,Sunday death parlors,Alzheimer’s this,a million micro blood clotsleading to dementia that,and Mother Mary in herinterdimensionality. A doorand a vision away. Yet there is alwaysthe seriousness of floods,the circular tale of myth and reality.It was all because I saw her in a dream.She was sitting at the cafeteria table,transmitting koans through the air,asking me where I’ve gone who I’ve beenwhat I’ve opened who is it that becomes.The air, the air. The moon is in the air,mixing with the feeling of midnight-lonesome-country-starlight-searchingand the slow breaths of a wild, confusedocean that’s turned redfrom a long suppressed violence.She says that Jupiter has ignited the fire.She says we are in bed with the Raven Kingand the Father’s shadow, innocuous at firstwhen it peered in at us from the parlor door,now manages to embalm us [End Page 141] until we are evaporating in the Amazon again.Yet she goes on searching and searchingfor the checkered tablecloth, the sidewalk tiles,the neon skirt, the prince’s ashes,all while I stand in the doorway and wait. [End Page 142] Vasily Andreev Vasily Andreev is a Russian poet who grew up in the Midwest and is now living in Los Angeles. Copyright © 2021 University of Nebraska Press