Dream Chair
I dreamt I saved my father from hanging himself
gently laid him on a sofa with a floral pattern..
he was neither grateful or angry
just that dreamy shade of indifference.
I then proceeded to play cards with
my x-sister in law (to my left)
my brother (in the middle)
and his best friend (who is deceased) to my right.
We played a game of 500 rummy
well into the night....
Jim (the deceased) ended up with the most points.
we had a joyful time but all along
I'd the feeling that I didn't belong ...
that my chair was meant for somebody else.
Copyright © Anthony Biaanco | Year Posted 2020
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