Dreams of Neglect

Time has spun far

and in my dreams

it’s a wheel.

I know I have moved on

but the details of the past

are still slithering

in my dream world.


My dream self

knows the years

have gone by

but seems to have forgotten

that her pets exist

in the dream world,

even though they have already

left that mortal coil.


Here they don’t subsist

on fruit and grains,

but on neglect.

That panicked feeling

of horror

has gotten old

with the repetition

of this forgetfulness.


The rats

look at me with big eyes

urging the dropping

of what I consider necessities

for those desires

I consider trivial.


But if I did that

it would bring on

a dream theft

where I fear my credibility

might be

called into question.

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