Seining The Subconscious

April 14, 2008

Seining the Subconscious

I seine the water in my sleep
water still and deep
floating on the tide.
 
Am I the whirling wind
or the center it revolves around?
 
This IS happening.
This is my skin
tea steeped and caffeine bloody.
 
It makes sense,
truly it does.
I haven’t menstruated in seven weeks
I haven’t written in seven weeks
I haven’t shed a tear about either.
 
Sometimes the carousel horse
is up, sometimes down;
either way my stomach
is never with the rest of me.
 
I collect dolls because they are small things
and only move when I rearrange them.
 
In the dream though
the water was full of floating toys.
I stole a rake from someone’s porch
because I had no net.