by Renee Masur
–Snapped awake from a dream
It’s forgotten the moment I move
the ache in my back says I slept too long
Afternoon seeps through the window
My fisted hand still tries
to clutch that thing in my dream — a flower?
It’s only the corner of a pillow
I shift in my sheets turn away from the sunlight
to find a way back to my story.
I grip my pillow
and wait –hundreds of flowers, dripping their petals
on golden grass–
A car beeps its horn
The washing machine
rumbles through my walls
I pull the blanket up to my neck. a moment
flashes through my senses
–I’m in this field to find something.
I walk barefoot someone watches me
a man I try to run
I’m pulled back to consciousness
to the fuzz in my mouth
and the thickness of my eyelids
I remember–I’ve met this man here before.
I will find my way back, tonight
When I open my eyes, I remember the things I tried to forget
wilting flowers, dirty laundry,
an unfinished poem.