Is there a way to wake up?(Jena Osman)

by H. L. Hix — Fri, 10 Apr 2015 07:01:41 +0000

I was supposed to know them, the couple
you named, alerting me they’d gone missing.
(This dream dimmed what all my dreams dim: trouble.
We never bloomed, but we keep dehiscing.)
I was at work, in a meeting, a small,
hot, crowded room. You broke in, insisted
I help. (Though we were speaking not at all.
We never stood, never fell, just listed.)
I was not me, nor you you. (This the dream
lifted from my life: what feels fraught is fraught.
And this: I saw your halt and raised you lame.)
By us, the lost, are the missing best sought,
so we left together to look for them,
the couple I should have known but did not.

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