That dream you wore last night,
flesh toned and doughy around the middle,
was that because only humans ran across the screen,
for joy, not fear,
and nothing chased them?
That dream you wore last night,
with room enough for your legs to bend and jump,
and sleeves so wide they could swallow the worlds,
was it like that because no one has ever beaten you with a bar while you slept,
then bent it around you,
so you could not move?
You smiled the entire night,
your hands folded near your heart,
as if witnessing creation.
I swear your eyes were blue,
and then they were pink,
and then they were purple,
and then you woke up,
like you had lived an extra day
in an imaginary paradise.
You did not get up the entire night,
your breaths even, calm,
like you didn't feel trapped,
like you didn't need to pee.
It's been forever
since I wasn't chased out of sleep by a monster,
since I haven't felt chains weighing my feet down while I run,
since I witnessed something beautiful.
And I always need to pee.
That dream you wore last night,
can I borrow it?
YOU ARE READING
Bent Roses
PoesíaBent Roses is a poetry collection about familial devotion, love, and misery. It is about those nights when everyone gets home late and the first thing they say to each other is good morning. It is about believing in another person when you shouldn't...
