There is a woman I know and she speaks like she is dreaming
The fog in her throat pools on her tongue
It pulls me in and I wonder if I’m dreaming too
Wonder at what age my voice will be like hers
So gentle I listen carefully
Like what she is saying will eventually make sense
Like listening to that high caterpillar
Talk in tongues
And dancing language
I wish she were my grandmother
So visiting her at the nursing home wouldn’t be weird
A woman who looks like a coffee stain in red lipstick
offers her a ride back
Though it is walking distance
She takes the smoky dreamer’s bags
And leaves
Says she’ll help her with the bags at least
I’m so confused
Where are my bags?
I remind her not to worry
Oh I feel so lost sometimes
But everything feels familiar too
I’ll feel better after a nap maybe
This is déjà vu backwards
Like walking into an empty room
Still expecting to see you there
I still get surprised sometimes
I put my hand on her shoulder
She talks in dreams
And childhood mornings
Of stereotype
Of longing
Of knowing
That any day she’ll forget again
I still have to remind her my name
Even though she smiles when she sees me
Like
Why does this boy make me so happy?
And just like in dreams
Whenever everything makes no sense
You realize your dreaming
And then everything does
Mar 31, 2012
Mar 31, 2012 at 4:11 PM UTC
There is a woman I know and she speaks like she is dreaming
The fog in her throat pools on her tongue
It pulls me in and I wonder if I’m dreaming too
Wonder at what age my voice will be like hers
So gentle I listen carefully
Like what she is saying will eventually make sense
Like listening to that high caterpillar
Talk in tongues
And dancing language
I wish she were my grandmother
So visiting her at the nursing home wouldn’t be weird
A woman who looks like a coffee stain in red lipstick
offers her a ride back
Though it is walking distance
She takes the smoky dreamer’s bags
And leaves
Says she’ll help her with the bags at least
I’m so confused
Where are my bags?
I remind her not to worry
Oh I feel so lost sometimes
But everything feels familiar too
I’ll feel better after a nap maybe
This is déjà vu backwards
Like walking into an empty room
Still expecting to see you there
I still get surprised sometimes
I put my hand on her shoulder
She talks in dreams
And childhood mornings
Of stereotype
Of longing
Of knowing
That any day she’ll forget again
I still have to remind her my name
Even though she smiles when she sees me
Like
Why does this boy make me so happy?
And just like in dreams
Whenever everything makes no sense
You realize your dreaming
And then everything does
First line donated by lp.
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