Tuesday, December 05, 2017

Dream-Poem

the radio has been off for fourteen months
we had no heat so I invited the dog on the couch
he stretched across my torso his ankle on my collar bone, his head on my knee
I dreamed of Dostoyevsky riding on a roller-coaster made of hollow logs
a circus without tigers
I closed my eyes and saw a pink-thighed lady riding a zebra
"I love black and white, don't you?" she said

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