Dream
Dream, what are you, you look familier.
Why am I chasing you? Do you even know I exist?
Zig to my zag, zag to my zig
You make me dizzy, so I keep my eyes steady
On you, on your horizon.
Sometimes you take the shape of a horse running,
Dream, sometimes a cloud
Changing into a horse changing into a cloud
Changing into a running dream. I laugh-
Of course I laugh.
Every night I imagine we're through.
'Just go away, I say,
Punching the pillow for emphasis.
But by daybreak, there you are again,
Newborn pink around the gills, cyanotic and green
With scabs and a hematoma-
Alarmingly apneic
Flushing from bluish to pink and back to blue
Bald and wet
Everything a demand. Everything a 'me.'
Dream, if tomorrow ever comes
And I fall for you again
Just tap me, pinch me, sink your toothless gums
Into my luminous flesh and say,
'Are you mad? No way.'
For that's your role, Dream,
And if not,
I'm opening the window on you, yes, you too.
Out you'll go, Dream,
Out you go.
poem by Morgan Michaels
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