Friday, April 2, 2021

A Collection of Dream III

I am at a thrift store.  My brother slipping 

something in pocket.

we're outside looking in cars. I am not aware.

We may have been seen.

Inside the car my father looks out. His eyes are bulgy under lids.    they are gone.

He says they are getting better.    better.

but his eye lids are stuck together. He forces them open as proof.

the thin skin tearing at his lashes.

No comments:

Post a Comment