Late No Thanks To My Husband
a runaway train
blowing a warning
blasts me from my dream state
my heart is beating
as wildly as any antelope being eaten by a cheetah
I am weaker than a baby deer
wide awake for three hours
writing poetry which makes no sense
throwing my crumpled bruised words on the floor
My eyes begin to close so I wander back to my pillow
a tame zebra that belongs in a zoo begins to limp toward me
what am I going to do with it? I wonder. I do not even know what it eats.
The zebra opens his mouth and shows me vampire teeth
My concern turns to horror and I try to run
But I am pinned to my bed by a concrete gargoyle
Who is not allowing even my legs to move
I can feel my heart beating in a crazy weird way
I know the zebra is going to devour me.
But instead the gargoyle transmogrifies into a fire truck.
Gong. Gong. Gong. Gong. Gong.
I am late to work, no thanks to my husband
Who heard that stupid alarm going for twenty-three minutes.
Why didn’t you WAKE me up? I ask him.
Remember the time you had the dream about being a killer? He asks.
He still has a few scars.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2020
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