COMING AWAKE
I dreamed of you going away
to Switzerland with a puppet lady
a little Swiss cottage
like something off a clock
stuffed with deer antlers
and hanging puppets
like naked bodies
one or the other of us
behind bars
some kind of zoo
I might have loved you
I said
then came the screaming man
with a crushed hand
I took a brown bag of
leftover potato chips
home to my husband's
children
.
10 comments:
I like A Dillard too.
Very surreal. :)
All of my dreams are surreal!
Annie Dillard is THE BEST.
the things that dreams are made of... really
That was quite the surreal dream - like a Salvador Dali painting!
so very nice to be home again.
I knew it had to be a dream! Dreams make great poetry don't they? You've turned this one into a fascinating poem.
Very surreal and I must goggle Dillard. XXOO
OH yes.
On dreams and Dillard, both.
I get these wild antibiotic dreams...
I have always had vivid, surreal dreams, I can relate.
Thanks for the birthday greeting, Pepek!
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