Carnivorous Dreams
“A Curse Moves in the Wind” by Adam Dee
Carnivorous Dreams
Scout Frost
Darling, I don't dream lately
because most nights I can't sleep,
twisting and turning and folding and stretching
like a sheet underneath my sheets.
I was hot and restless
that night you spent with me,
my bones aching with the loss of desire.
You whispered about your dream
of a long walk in the dead of night,
steaming and smoking in the brush fires.
You told me about that dream so many times
I thought it might become my dream too,
but I doubt it will be anytime soon.
I wish I could fall into your festering forest fire,
but I feel myself fading in and out
like a radio in the countryside.
When the teeth dreams came back,
you told me about those too,
and I watched as
the canines and molars
in your mouth crumbled and fell
into my waiting palm.
I don’t know how to hold
everything
you’ve given me.
I won't tell you about my dream,
about the carnivorous deer
and the canines with sharp canines
standing tall on their hind legs,
because my dream wasn’t beautiful like yours.
Keep your pearly whites,
your raging red flame.
I may not like dreaming of blood
but at least the dreams are mine.
Dog eat dog.
Deer eat deer.
In many ways we're the same,
you and I,
and that's exactly what I feared.
