DREAM OF THE ROOM I WAS SLEEPING IN WITH A HOLE IN THE WALL

by Lyn Lifshin

anything can slither
in thru, a rat, a gun.
I didn’t think of
sun or a wind of
plums and roses.
The hole maybe
from what is torn
in your heart, a
tear that sends
blood swilling
backward, a tidal
wave of garnet,
thud of some dam
out of control
into the dream
where the hole in
the shape of a
mouth could be
trying to tell me
something

*Lyn’s website: http://www.lynlifshin.com/books.htm