Un(real)
by Nina Dumornay
I laugh myself awake in the morning's light, stitches of worn dreams bursting at seams as I double over, eyes all the way open and coated like a sea creature's shell, like petals in dew, mouth gaping, teeth glinting in the sun's wake, cheeks pulled
t a u t and folding and
and,
and,
she
catches me there, a warm and woolen weight,
hovering,
circling,
crooning, now I’m crying, now I
catch and release her
eye, too blinding to bear, I
catch her
eye and I
r e l e a s e, for a second or
two, before my muscles pace back into place, oh,
¡Oh!
Isn’t it
f u n n y,
isn’t this, this
bare-back bliss, all you’ve ever
wanted? Is this? Your
¿Dream?
and I’m
(just five more minutes)
awake, awake, awake
for real, this time I
promise
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