untitled
there is a fleet
of yous
in my dreams
they say
“erin is great,
but I missed you”
and I ask who?
“he’s [aaron] just a friend”
(sic.)
and I don’t know
yous anymore
I get lost in a
place
a jumble of where
I am
of my history
superimposed
present time
past time
pastime (sic.)
never had.
Political inquiry:
who are you?
the fleet in my
dreams
forever eating
quesidillas
just to turn my
stomach
and wrinkling your
nose
at my rum and
coke?
the small boy I
saw
your eyes swimming
wavering like chlorinated
backyard swimming pools
as if I were
dreaming always awake?
so afraid
so afraid of
snotty beauty caught in your arms
lovely
not worried
no princess
sleeping without a
pillow
but there was no
love
just lovely
no search was made
to be found.
© lily keller 2001