saint-saens from another room
Big dreaming monsters came out of hiding
and yanked me from my bed
from my state of grace
and into the merry-go-round
of a heart that never ceases to thump
a mind with the will of bamboo chimes in a storm
they clothed me in desperation and sorrow
wishing I’d join them in a jolly day’s work
of plucking petals from roses long dead
their chivalrous kisses prick my fingers
once they tried to tie a rope around my neck
to turn my tales of triumph into swan songs
how dare they
how dare they make me walk, talk,
and think of things long gone
comforting me
saying that love persists
and giving me memories that do not exist
Maria Freyre. March 10, 2022