a poem was born in a dream this morning

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you held me tight
as i hunted demons in my dreams
like this mother with a teddy bear who declared “climate summit or
death”
or this bus driver back in
japan
who wouldn’t let me get out after my 大学院大学前 stop because a lady couldn’t find her wallet (she thought it was in one of my bags) and so i had to despair for over an hour as we circled the island
back
or the former lover who told me that they wanted to swim in a different pool, where the currents weren’t as
strong
and their hair was a different, darker
colour
and they spoke
spanish
and they were
dancing
you asked me what was
wrong
as i was wrangling out of my post morning nap
numbness
and if i wanted to talk about
it
i couldn’t nor did i want to find the
words
to tell you how i was wondering where had things gone
wrong
and what was this
longing
and how much longer would i have to despair before circling
back