The Dream

By Felix Pollack

He dreamed of 
An open window.
A vagina, said
his psychiatrist.
Your divorce, said
his mistress.
Suicide, said
an ominous voice within him.
It means you should close the window
or you’ll catch cold, said
his mother.
His wife said
nothing.
He dared not tell her
such a
dangerous dream.  

I read this today in a book that my friend Kevin Russell gave to me.  It is a collection of poetry called The Rag and Bone Shop of the Heart.  It’s put together really well, and should be of interest to you, if you care about such things…

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