Durham, etc. Blues [pt. 14] (always in love in one’s dreams)
14
alone in abduction dark
couldn’t fall asleep without thinking
of that woman in that flick, pulling
spears from her ravaged torso.
Dreamt of the arm of another
blanketed over my torso
In this same shadow’d room
In this same oceanic bed
In spite of her lack of identity
I discovered security
But I awoke an anxious amputee,
flailing wildly for a phantom limb
When did the cradling dream fall
from the broken bough?
