Title is something akin to... "Preparing." The subconscious ritual of preparing for, well, ya know.
When the dream arrives you
are not ready for it -
fitting the blue sashes around
your mother's wrists at the department store
entering the other place distracted,
the white paint chipping as if
there was nothing there
to look at. Entering the place
and the bed, where a slow peel
of shirt told you this was
too real: the skin, no marks, no taste.
1 comment:
nice tags, heh
the structure of the unrhymed couplets is great: each one almost seems to complete a thought. "Entering the place/ and the bed" is where this is particularly effective
i love the idea of the dream wrapping around you- distracting you from the other and pulling you to a feeling.
the last line is lovely (and full of disappointment). though, i wonder what would happen if you played with it a bit...one of the the strands that i picked out from here was "the skin marks no taste" (fathscinating)
more later. hafta run to class.
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