#ihadadreamthat
In a dream,
My Gramma's cancerous lump,
Shot out of her
When she went to the bathroom. Then we
(As a collective family) were concerned,
Because she had decided
That she had wanted the surgery. In the dream,
To take out the rest of the cancerous tumors,
Of which, had spread. ...To her larynx, and other places,
Like her lungs,
But small, tiny, little demons
Were too tiny to get with the surgery.
She was operated on, and the surgeons had tried to get it,
All at once. But, then, in the dream,
She died on the table.
Leaving us
To grieve. Again.
©2025Ellen Finn
Nov 20, 2025
Nov 20, 2025 at 7:35 PM UTC
When I dream,
I feel free,
Like last night,
I had a dream that
My mom and I were moving in
To our old house, in which, I grew up
Because
We were done,
And so over it.
She said that she had
“Asked the landlord to clean
The mold” that shows up in my dreams, usually,
When I think about this old house, or
That old shack, or cabin, or
Whatever you want to call it.
We, each, got our old rooms back;
And it was debatable about the third room,
Near the bathroom, downstairs.
Where stuff, and stuff, and more stuff
Accumulated. I imagined,
In my dream,
That we would, either,
Rent it out, or let stuff accumulate, again.
©2025Ellen Finn
Nov 18, 2025
Nov 18, 2025 at 1:08 PM UTC
In my dreams,
“Sorry that I berated you”; you
Against God. [The separation]
Like piano keys—
They’re there, technically—the sweet music
Of kissing you in my dreams. I don’t know much
About the piano, but I know this is such: I was a piano,
Once. And I learned what the word
Berated means, in my dream, because
You were connected to mine [my mind]
…Somehow…
I do not ever want that word to be erased—berated
Because of you saying
That “We, as poets, are all on the same wavelength”.
And out thoughts were syncopated,
Like a pianist learning violin.
“Lots of what ifs”.
If only
In our dreams.
©2025Ellen Finn
Nov 14, 2025
Nov 14, 2025 at 7:47 PM UTC
I was at
YOUR house
And
My two
Transgender friends
Were with me.
We were getting ready
To go to sleep.
I had tried to find
A way
To get away.
I chose
At night,
When your door was cracked.
Next door [to the left] of your room,
I peed and then
Turned on the water for a shower.
Then, I began getting undressed.
I got "that feeling"
When I was about to "step in".
You had wet towels
And wet robes hung over
The shower door. I'd never seen
A bathroom so messy with [wet] clothes.
And I had "that feeling", again,
Upon waking.
You could've come, but you didn't...
At least, you weren't "so far away"
From the idea...
Still, upon awakening,
I felt
Farther away from you than I am now.
©2025EllenFinn
Nov 14, 2025
Nov 14, 2025 at 11:55 AM UTC