Perchance
She woke The last wisp of a disappearing dream Brushing at her brain like a long fingernail * She stared into the bathroom mirror Glared more than anything Hating when her mind did that Ate the meaning from her slumber before She even got a taste of it * Now she sits in a blue room and Tries to recall the shape Feeling like important lines are Missing from a book she loved once Like she got instructions she was told to Write down and never did Like they handed her a marigold and Let her misplace it * Show me again She begs from her pillow Watching her black window frame stars But this time send me back with At least one thing I can hold A snapshot A sentence A symbol * She slept She sleeps She dreamed She dreams * No promises They whisper back from the Deep
Hey, there. You ever put off publishing something here? For kind of a while?
I’ve had Perchance ready to go for ages — and I think I’ve just been stalling. I’m not entirely sure why. (Of course I’m also on a godawful generic of my ADHD meds this month … and I’m working about a thousand hours a week or something … but I digress. Being people is rough, y’all. 💀)
But when I woke up today from a dream I don’t remember with a vague image my mind won’t shake — on a day I’m finally off work, thank everything — it seemed like the universe elbowing me like, Get on it bitch.
So what did you think? Anybody else been having dreams they wish they could remember lately? Sometimes I wonder how many forgotten lifetimes I’ve wandered through while sleeping …
Anyway, thanks for reading this all the way to here. If you want to sub or share, heart, comment, whatever, I always appreciate that. Truly, thank you.
No matter where you’re off to next, I’m so glad you’re here. 🖤


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