He kicked me in his sleep,
But when he woke up,
He said he was kicking a bad guy
Who was trying to get me.
I am always being chased
By bad guys in his dreams,
And he is always saving me.
I find this curious.
Can I not take care of myself?
I ask him one morning. No,
Not in my dreams, he answered.
A few days later, in his truck
He told me he dreamed that
An old girlfriend was standing
Between us, and I beat her up.
The detail was not near as vivid
In his retelling, so I had to wonder,
Did I really beat Manuela
Or was he feeding me lies
So I would like myself better
In his dreams? He doesn’t know
That I enjoy being rescued.
Uh oh. Maybe he does.
–Shaun Perkins
MM–I’m not sure that was a “comment” you got–but I added my own “comment” to it. You definitely have one interrrrrrresting and faithful reader there.
thanks so much (seriously) !!!
We need a lot more insights like this!
Shaun,
i am really curious to know what you think about a comment i got on yesterday’s
poem, ” many an innocent reader has fallen trying to advoid the influence”.
this is probably a weird request but that’s what makes the world go round.