lundi, novembre 21, 2005

Auntie Rita

This morning I dreamt
I had a butterball turkey
in the oven...
(should they eat together?
No , they meet a different way.)
And I was riding the bus -
there are always buses in my dreams -
that had queers and prune women
and winter coats with fraying edges
and everyone on them remembered
winter’s anger from last year
and everyone felt chastised
for enjoying summer and we made ourselves
regret the smiles we wore
when the sun was hot and loving.

Ah. The turkey's almost done.