he hadnt had a chance to share
his dream with her she starred
Whadidya say
Queer, isn’t it?
I said colonized.
Your mother said that
Yes, she prefers I colonize,
become the version she wants me to be, that version agreeable to the gaze of
men, Boomers, the version America wants.
Colonised I cant
say Ive ever considered the word in that sense application
Very
queer I dreamed of you last night
her
breathe caught You dreamed of me?
You rarely dream of people you know.
Very rare Could be why Im comfortable among strangers
A ah
. . a good dream I hope . my
that was stupid . . you describes dreams, frustrate the hell out of me, only as
dreams, not dreams or nightmares, good or bad . . just dreams.
Yes You know me too well
I dreamed you as I know youas you are crossbreed darker
complexion long black hair wideeyes your
broad Indian nose which I love dearly But I
also dreamed of you as lightcomplected pale eyes butch blonde hair
Yawere arguing
with yourself
Arguing?
Vehemently
What were we arguing about?
I didnt listen You know Im not one to interlope
An
now take into account I dreamed overnight
an this morning you mention your mother wishing you colonised Thats wild
You really have no idea what we
were arguing about?
No but you both strongly insisted I weigh in Fat chance I was coming between you
I said you were intelligent youd figure it out Last
thing anyone needs are opinions
Look at you being so very
yourself even as you dream.
And
yet because I know you can dream lucidly . . you could have changed the dream, changed
whatever its outcome.
I didnt stick around not one to poke my nose into anyones business
I am dumbfounded however then not
by your mothers preference you colonise
1803, Day-between-Two-Ts, 24 11.
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