amphibi.us

there is a man and he is beautiful
he has strong thick hands
he stays up late watching television
and the television turns the grey carpet blue
with its reflections

he is not handy
he reads books about culture and he speaks many languages
his eyes communicate very well, and they tell a story
they actually tell stories
his eyes
if you were to lay down beside him you would hear them whispering
they would say something about not fighting in the war
and something about REM

you could place your fingertips on his eyelids as they REM’d  – to shut them
up
but then the man would wake up angry
possibly in a fit of rage
“What’s wrong?” you would ask
“I have no conscience!”
“Is this because I touched your eyes when you were dreaming? Take a chill
pill.”
“I’ll take all the chill pills. And then I’ll be so chill, you won’t have to
dream me up anymore.”
and then you would wake up

© Rachel Milan Richards, 2010

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