Category: dream poem

other, not past, lives

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i dreamt
you loved me
and i still loved you

that, everyone understood as natural.

you were younger, a thoughtful fool
i was younger, a maiden on the cusp of mother, my claws were still retractable at your will

you met my father, the second one
you stripped off your shirt to flex for me
i wore a blue denim dress with white canvas shoes to impress you
you made me promise to never cut my hair

in this space time
no one else
ever had the chance to get hurt
no other lover had cried for us, yet
no children were born or known,
our future was only in my ovaries,

waiting for us

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dream[t] poetry: goodbye, hello

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this poem was inspired by and derived from a dream that occurred during the morning of March 2, 2023

some of us are there
to say our goodbyes/
and after all these years apart, i’m still jealous,
i always wanted to be your nearest, dearest, to be your favorite,
it’s still true.

you weigh all of 80 pounds — less, maybe/
how much do the bones of an adult human female weigh?

your hair’s gone
your long, beautiful, gleaming fountain of chestnut hair, your crowning glory
all tender scalp with patchy fuzz, now //
all the vanity’s gone from you, honey,
and you have never been more beautiful

what happened?
lungs, lungs, lungs,
you cough and vomit, several times
as if to prove it /// [to me]
i thought the treatment was working, hindsight out of sight, 2021

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dream[t] poetry: Visitation

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A man who wore a kelly green shirt
Surprised me in my dream
Crashed on my grandmother’s couch
swathed in blankets, soft and deep

I don’t ask him why he’s there,
It seems we both already know
This room’s exactly where she died,
This Oakdale house, sold long ago

Still, worried that as she ‘rived “home”
He’d given her a fright,
I go to wake her, see her, touch her . . .
What a beautiful, strange night.

He says, “No need to wake her now,
she’s a gem, it’s all okay,
she didn’t seem to mind me here,
I inferred that I might stay?”

I shush’d us, not to rouse her then,
Sound asleep in her old twin bed,
In disbelief, I hear her breathe
Has our connection stirred the Dead?

I feel wondrous, but then remembrance
forges space for Cardinal guilts
Smiling devilishly, making room for me,
he pats the couch and parts the quilts.

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