you dream yr mother’s alive again & yr both discussing her death. in the dream, the dead version’s in the cemetery like in real life & the alive version sits at the kitchen table w/you. the alive version is trying to ease yr grief. she keeps telling you not to dwell on the dead version. it’s strange tho b/c the alive version isn’t bothered at all by the dead version. the alive version only thinks of you. you both continue into the wee hours of the night. when you awake in the morning, the mid-September light is shining. you jump up & make green tea & open the kitchen window. the breeze presses thru the mesh, generously filling the little room.
Rob Plath is a 47-year-old poet from New York. He has over a dozen books out. He is most known for his collection A BELLYFUL OF ANARCHY (epic rites press). He lives alone with his cat and stays out of trouble. See more of his work at www.robplath.com