POETRY
Dream Wars
In your Nikes with another Man
I dreamed with you
of a future -
your life without diabetes,
seeing Tom Waits in a blackish bar,
how long we could suck on one another and be happy.
I dreamed with you
between midday fucks,
video camera staring blankly
as we stripped, slapped, ripped away
anything that could ever keep us apart
and I drank it,
all in.
I dreamed with you
of driving on empty Texas highways
with windows open.
We’d let warm white clouds in,
we’d let your tepid black soul seep out
into our styrofoam cups
half full of crushed ice, Diet Coke.
I dreamed about you
some time later.
Bob Dylan was singing from a dizzy record
when you said you’d seen me
in your Nikes with another man.
Still, you convinced my to stay
as your magic hands rolled cigarettes
on a flimsy card table
(I was a creep, I wanted them
in my panties).
I had broken you
again
but it wasn’t over.
