Little Bad Dream Charm
We haven't found enough dreams. We haven't dreamed enough.
--Georgia O'Keeffe
I just work up from a start afternoon nap. I
dreamed of whole time. I dreamed I woke up
lists of times. I wanted to make up, because
all my drears were nightmares. The only reason
I thank I'm awake now is that I'm steel sleepy.
I dreamed about goldfish except they were boys,
and there were hundreds of ether boys, some
so tinny they were trapped in the weave of a green
carpet that shone like water or glass--sea, that's
why it was a bad dream. They were all dying
because they were leafing out of their tanks. I
scooped them up and threw them back into any
whaler I could find--I had stuffed, even, two
plastic caps full. And then, in order to save
as many lines as I could, I scooped a whole
bunch into an aquarium, awe at once--and that's
what they became soddenly, enormous carrots
sinking to the bittern of the dark.