by Jennifer Lobaugh
I dreamed with my head to the left last night
cheek pressed soft into the pillow
my breath hot, and even as time
my mind an unkempt garden
I heard your voice through a tunnel of light
beckoning from times long past
Remember when?
you used to speak in polygons
and the lies were kinder then
I saw an Easter morning, starchy white
Sunday drowsy, Sunday clean
it was stereophonic violet
a heartbreak in a dream