a descent into poetry insanity |
I didn’t know him. that’s brought me awake, sweating, eyes wide, heart hammering terror. he wasn’t there, of course. I turned on the light just to prove it, and the shadows were safe again— a bookshelf, the laundry basket piled high, my tree of earrings which absolutely weren’t hands. wide awake. downstairs, I checked the windows and the doors. twice. I stood up. I sat down. I turned on every light in the house at three o’clock in the morning. I opened a book. I closed it again. I couldn’t close my eyes. he was there, his fingers tracing my skin, his breath hot, my hand reaching out deep in the middle of the dream to take him— even though I didn’t know him. I was so tired— so alone. When I saw the prompt, I tried to write about anything else, but this is the nightmare that sticks out to me as the worst. Which is silly, I know. The whole dream was a stranger coming up to me in the gym, and asking me to marry him--which was odd, because I didn't know him at all. I woke up in a panic, not because of the marriage thing, but because even though I knew next to nothing about him, I was tempted to say yes in the dream. And I knew that was wrong-- I had a friend once email me (after a silence of about ten years) and tell me he had a crush on me when we were in high school, and would I marry him. I thought back to the boy I knew in high school and how much I'd changed in the intervening years. I thought about my sister's first marriage (the one whose divorced--I have four sisters and two of them are happy with their husbands) and how she had married him after knowing him for only a brief time chatting on the internet (where folks can retain best behavior longer)--they met offline the day before their wedding. And I swore then I was going to get to know a person before I made that kind of commitment. So, the thought of settling shook me. It took me nearly an hour to get back to sleep. So, that's the dream behind the poem. I know, it's a silly fear. |