pious dream

I don’t often remember my dreams enough even to write them down. This one’s from a couple months ago. It was oddly tame and somehow dangerous at the same time. Sorry, friends, no sexy dreams today.

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a dream of me and a woman who looked like me
praying for a man who was angry
he was black and he was angry
and I remember he had a right to be
and it was a situation where prayer might have been considered
inappropriate
but somehow it was all right
and I was looking at the floor and sitting
and she was standing and doing the talking
quietly
and he stood between us and we held his hands and loved him like a brother
The floor was tile and green like the scales of a dragon
It was a bathroom and dark
I sat on the toilet and listened to her prayer and prayed along
in my head
and felt angry along with this man

this morning

I jotted these this morning right after I woke up.

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Irais, you are smoke and ivy,
shouts echoing through alleys.
Mayra, you are concrete steps up the side of a mountain,
that collision of cement and stone.

I’m really angry that they didn’t get invited.
I’m so afraid that no one will ever hear them.

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I woke up this morning with a dream in my head
of me and a woman who looked like me
praying for a man who was angry
he was black and he was angry
and I remember he had a right to be
and it was a situation where prayer might have been considered
inappropriate
but somehow it was all right
and I was looking at the floor and sitting
and she was standing and doing the talking
quietly
and he stood between us and we held his hands and loved him like a brother
The floor was tile and green like the scales of a dragon
It was a bathroom and dark
I sat on the toilet and listened to her prayer and prayed along
in my head
and felt angry along with this man

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