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Dream Affairs

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Today I did not move.
I was the laziest of cats and
outside of time on a purple mat and
playing a woman Anthony Bourdain,
I did not leave my bed.
I read the way my cats read the birds through open blinds,
spent time lost in pieces of life I’ll never know and
lusted after words dressed in such fine robes that
I know nothing like them will ever be mine.
I dreamed a dozen little dreams like the softest of kisses.
Each left its own shade of lipstick
on the white collar of my mind and
turned reality into a jealous wife
who wished she were enough for her man.
Coming home to her screeching
ambulance and giant stack of unread bills beside the blender-
it’s enough to make the man inside me
miss the slender arms of my mistress.

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  1. “I read the way my cats read the birds through open blinds,” do you know how good that is? Really? If the poem had no other thing going for it, it would be worth it for that line. But look at this—“it’s enough to make the man inside me
    miss the slender arms of my mistress.” and boom, you did it again. Your words have layers, and that’s what you want. Good stuff.

  2. Thank you 🙂 It was one I felt like I had to squeeze out instead of just taking off a cap and letting everything come gushing forth. I wasn’t sure how I felt about it, because it was so stubborn… but now, after resting on your words, it’s growing on me a little.

  3. Sim1 says

    “I dreamed a dozen little dreams like the softest of kisses.
    Each left its own shade of lipstick
    on the white collar of my mind”
    So powerful. I love the picture too.

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