Somebody else’s window

The only dreams I have

are the daylight ones

in which I wonder if this is all

but a dream; a flight of fancy

because it tastes too good,

feels too good – too soft

in all the right places,

it bends and bows

but never breaks,

curves like my spine

and into me – it says

I am home and nothing

can ever go wrong

but it’s all a dream,

isn’t it? The daylight kind

which happen at four pm

on a Thursday afternoon

when you’re looking out

and in to somebody else’s window.

 


 

© Kristiana Reed 2019

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