another daydream

another daydream

Tuesday, October 3, 2017


I’ve never heard my name in a dream
no one calls, there’s no phone
my mother visits often
and the airplane takes off but can’t ascend

I’ve heard a dream in my name
it called my mother
to visit - she cried, “I can’t have this baby”
during delivery, but the doctor reassured:

twins, even, would be feasible


For more dream poems, as well as commentary on "Verso", see this week's featured poetry in The American Scholar