• Trish MacEnulty

Dream poem #2

I've been writing poems in my dreams. Here's the second one:

Sometimes I dream

I'm in prison.


Such misery.

I miss you,

miss the laughter,

miss the sex.

But are you the one

who saves me?

No, not ever.

Instead my mother

rises from the dead,

fashions her love

into a key

and releases me

then disappears before

I can reach out, touch her,

whisper thank you.


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