Thursday, February 23, 2012

Running wild


I imagined my own sad death
in a hospital bed as a very old
and withered man.

I imagined some horror show
of a vacation. I imagined a
child of mine born out of wedlock.

I imagined explosions on
the train ride to work. I imagined
her eyes as she said she loved me
but I didn’t love her.

I imagined hot summer
sidewalks and short sleeves.
I imagined as I said I love
you to her but she didn’t love me.

I imagined a better job.
I imagined a worse job.
I imagined no job.
I imagined winning the lottery.

I imagined the magic of
a long wanted embrace.
I imagined the morning
after.

I imagined these words.
Now you imagine it
too.

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