| |
Salamanders by Valerie Deus
No good dreams to report this time
except that a friend described time as moving along
glacially
but life was passing her by at sleeps’ pace
We could be fucking in Ohio instead we do it through
email.
Think of all the time it would take to forget
ourselves and sleep like we mean it - unafraid
I've been having the best sleeps recently
sweetened by them
I've taken to dancing in front of the TV during the news
As to avoid listening to all the emptiness
You with you dresses, stories and slow dreams, of all people can appreciate that
I saw myself today
She teaches the class before mine
She’s the one who exits when I'm entering
and today for the first time
I think that she's the future
version of me if I just put "it" in neutral for the
next 12 years
If I die here, maybe.
She's a defensive dresser, sort of
becoming shapeless, round, soft
and nice and "interested in teaching," some chalk on her blouse or face, next time
it'll be deodorant or toothpaste, groan, 1988 hair, groaning eyes
Not the worst future for some
Tomorrow I'm going to talk about salamanders and lovers in class
I was hoping that I'd have SOME connection to what
we're working on or at least to relax everyone's sense of
loneliness.
|
|
