I dream that Prague is in Germany

ordinary people’s nightmares don’t faze me

takes me a while to remember I even had them

blood pooling from my ears

crippled dog in the road at night

the man that keeps materializing behind me

driving the same stretch of road over and over without success.

these I accept as macabre, bizarre

dream filaments that don’t bleed into my waking hours

but the merest glimpse of you and I’m unseated.

we lock eyes across a gray cobbled square in Prague

I didn’t come here because you were here, I swear

but then I doubt myself, I can’t remember what’s true when you’re

looking at me like that.

you march over, your hair is too long

I’ve never seen you angry before

and it scares me.

your finger in my face

‘what are you doing here’

‘stay away from me’

pierce and freeze.

I can’t protect myself from words, not when

they’re spoken by you.

my armor turns to paper at the

sword swung by love

I turn and run but when I awake

I can’t run from this sickly fear curling in my chest

that maybe you’d say these words to me

for real.

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