THE GRIMM SIDE OF IMAGINARY DREAMS
There’s rolling fog, poison ivy,
and there’s a woman in black
with a nose like a bat and wings
like rhubarb leaves, and there’s
these seven little men wearing
billy goat chins who juggle
seven red apples between them.
And my first grade teacher is
dressed up like a preacher,
although his wolf tail is poking
out his butt-hole seam, and
‘though I think I’m in this dream,
I’m nowhere to be seen … so
maybe it’s your dream I’m in.
Q Day 4: The Café waitress suggests that you try to imagine a child’s imaginary dream. ©Misky 2022 Shared with #amwriting #apoemaday on Twitter.