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

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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. 🖤