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Aug 12, 2009
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Jesus Tells Judas His Dreams
Jesus Tells Judas His Dreams [series 2 of 2 poems]
I dream of my mother.
I dream that she is drawn
and quartered by four feral stars.
I dream she dances for a king.
Her hips flicker, her breasts surge.
I want the head of every prophet
who cried your death, she says.
I dream that I take her walking on the ocean.
She stands and trembles.
The scallops cut her feet.
I want to swim, she says,
and tries to sink.
She kneels and pounds
the surface with her fists.
I want to be clean, she says,
and tries to weep water instead of pearls.
I dream that she loves my father.
Her eyes pace his skin
while he sleeps.
They say that warm men
give way to white ghosts inside women.
Is that true? She asks me.
They haunt and haunt, I answer.
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I dream that she glitters with fever.
Her body writhes on the bed,
trying to thread a needle I cannot see.
I dream that her last word twists into flesh
as soon as it leaves her mouth.
I rock the baby in my arms.
I have always wanted a brother, I whisper.
— Diatom Shells, Aug 12, 2009
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tarcus
16 years 10 months ago
Jesus Tells Judas His Dreams
Diatom Shells
16 years 10 months ago
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orgami
16 years 10 months ago
Waited a few days to comment on this
Diatom Shells
16 years 10 months ago
yes feedom..
Nordic cloud
16 years 10 months ago
A peculiar dream, like a
Diatom Shells
16 years 10 months ago
cracking...