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Monday, November 2, 2009


I sleep sometimes the way I imagine that animals must sleep-
aware only of darkness and passing body heat
(friend or enemy? danger or safety?)
Other times I dream in a vibrant arrangement
of colors- yellow, green, red, blue.
Last night, however, I dreamt of you.
My secret?
I didn’t want to.

I used to want to dream about him, but I never did. Now I don't want to dream about him, & I do.
Life is so contrary, sometimes.

1 comment:

alia said...

ah so many poems to catch up on lol. i love love the first line, because i've thought that so many times. i love primal sleep. and also, i feel you on dreaming of someone you don't want to be dreaming of... sigh.