from dream journal: entries 83-87
in your dreams
she is always forgiving you
83.
sometimes she is sincere.
she is dipping finger tips
into tea, testing temperature.
she is sucking in cheeks
to chew on soft skin.
she is saying, it’s really okay.
She understands.
84.
sometimes she is still angry.
she is walking too hard,
pressing heels too deep
into carpet.
she is washing dinner plates,
flinging one on top of the other,
still thick with soap.
she is saying, you only care about yourself.
She is asking, did you ever really even love me.
85.
sometimes she says nothing.
she places cold hands
on the back of your neck.
she presses her forehead to yours
, so close you can count
the white hairs along her upper lip.
you can smell the tinted lip balm
you’ve grown to love the taste of.
86.
sometimes she cries.
her shoulders rise and fall,
her back sinks forward,
body bending into itself.
she cannot catch her breath,
hand clapped tightly over mouth,
horrified by the sounds coming from it.
87.
sometimes she watches you blankly.
she apologizes-
she says, she has never been good with faces.
she asks, where do you know her from,
how did we meet. she asks, was I important to you?
you tell her yes.
you tell her she was the most important person in your life.
you tell her you’re so sorry
you never told her before.
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I’ve always thought your work was amazing. This poem is so good. Are the other 82 written?
Thanks so much, Chris. That means a lot to me coming from you. I read your poem this morning and have been thinking all day of a response. I’ve neglected poetry more than I’ve wanted to over the past couple of years. I really miss the poetry community in Lex that used to keep me motivated.
There’s a haunting quality to this poem. Enjoyed reading it.