Incongruity

 

Dreams are funny that way.

Last night you were eight again

and the waitress looked at me

for affirmation when you

ordered three chocolate chip cookies

and a glass of milk.

Don’t you want half a turkey sandwich,

I asked.

 

 

You just kept reading a comic book.

The Hulk, I think.

And somewhere between my conscious

and not, I wondered if there were any

significance to the cookies or three or half

or even the turkey sandwich, for that matter.

 

 

And while we waited for your cookies

and my whatever (perhaps the other

half of that turkey sandwich)

Dad walked in.

 

 

Not Dad then, when you were

really eight. But Dad today

(but you were still eight.)

Life wasn’t a bed or roses then,

I told him.

But it wasn’t all that bad, either.

Huh? he said.

 

 

I never say bed of roses.

But he never listened, either.

Reviews

[Tim McGovern]

I love this.
I get some of my best stuff from vivid dreams.

There's a maturity to this piece that is very satisfying.

Very nice work

Namaste'
Tim