I Dreamed My Family


I dreamed my family was really my family

Nights of holding in comfort

Of building more family

Days of building dreams

Of knowing, of connecting

Of being mutually indispensable


I’d like to argue about how to load the dishwasher 

And then laugh about it 


Finding value in sitting side by side getting nothing done


I wish we’d had a child

To be amazed by

And named her to make her real


The closer you come to me

The blurrier you get

Like you’re receding in the distance

Even as I can smell your yoga sweat


If we could just stop thinking

Be intertwined vines

Clinging to the wall

And to each other

Flower transport device:

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