/ the dream (10-14-23)


i remember parts of a dream

who wisped away from my hands

because the harder you'd grasp them,

the deeper the memories soak,

and the duller the bruises bloom.


i wanted to remember that dream

who wisped away from my hands

so frighteningly graceful and softly, that i

yanked it out of my sleep and jolted,


i lurched off the side of the bed

and knew exactly what had happened,

even through the daze and stinging,

and a low croak from my tar-filled throat:


i had forgotten the dream,

wiping away rapidly clouding eyes,

forcing away gasps of air and the taste of bile,

choking, desperately climbing back into the bed,


i did the only thing

and fell back asleep.