Tuesday, March 24, 2009

What Dreams May Come (and scare the crap outta me)

Last night I had a dream that I woke up in the middle of my own open-heart surgery. Doctors with covered heads and faces were up to their elbows in my guts. Organs and fluids sloshing around, I remember feeling pain in my chest (a rarity in dreams) and wishing someone would notice my eyes were open and conscious. I woke up still remembering the aching from the stitched and stapled wound (because apparently one or the other would not be enough?).

Tonight in writing class we had to write a 10 minute poem from the prompt, "Ways of Making Love".

I wrote about sleep.

According to me, love means a front row seat to your own invasive medical procedure.

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