Today's poem is by Donna Prinzmetal
Prophecy: Snow White
I keep everything
you have ever said to me
in a cloisonné egg by my bed.I want to show you the broken face
of the moon on the river's back
but we are only visible to each other
during the day. This is where I see
the lips opening and opening again.You tell me your dream, the litany
of wild frogs and ask me to interpret.
Look for the skull of a deer in your morning.
I see a chamomile light between the open mouth
of the skull and the heart set aside, which gleams
like a second prize.If you dream that two tiny whales are kept
in a small aquarium on your dresser, then you miss
your mother.
If you dream of tangled hair, you will be unfaithful.
If there is a sandy beach in the dream,
the stranger you want to kiss in the car
will taste like chocolate.Sometimes I think that dying must be like falling
or the reinvention of dust caught in this light.I can't tell you what I know.
The evidence is in my sleep.
Copyright © 2006 Donna Prinzmetal All rights reserved
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