Really Fucking Feral Dreams

I had a nightmare, waking up –

Remembered my brigade of

Kitchen chairs.

This elderly woman whose

Sanity evaporated, long, long times

Ago. She was excited, aggravated,

Peeved. She wanted to get me. She

Tried to get at me. I was fucking on

Defense, for the ill-brained and maddled.

I knew of the Amish and the boyfriends in

My dream. Some who were too young, and

After he was killed, in front of me, my sister

Said the next one was too old. What

Was I to do? In this kind-less, dark and wilderness

– one without a male friend, is one with a death

Wish.

2/22/13

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2 Responses to Really Fucking Feral Dreams

  1. Powerful stuff, I like that you used the word peeved 🙂

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