In this dream…

Samantha Lazar
Jun 27 · 1 min read
Photo by John Noonan on Unsplash

In this dream you ask for me
Instead of the other way around
I am staring in the mirror
Scraping at bits of misapplied
Make up
As if it’s the last mask
I knew but don’t remember
You call to talk to me
But I am picking at my face
That won’t come loose
I know what you want to say
I’m also tired of emerging
Impatience is sticky
Especially when what’s
Staring back I don’t
I may decide not to answer
But I know you will call again.

Samantha Lazar

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Writing is childlike and serious business: poetry, fiction, and essays in celebration of being a Mom, Wife, Educator, Writer, & Lover of Life

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