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Cath & Steph's avatar

as promised! a poem I wrote in response to the actual dream i had on april 5 (documented above):

When I Was A Spider

I should not be surprised

I ache. Breakfast is expired

cake. Too much coffee.

Couldn’t sleep. The melatonin

gave me strange dreams. In it,

someone’s dad gave me advice:

Does a snail’s shell protect?

Trick question. I climbed

the wall like a spider instead.

Later, he said: Yes,

but it’s also how they steam

alive. The shell keeps

the deadly heat inside.

All this to tell me– what?

I wasn’t sure. My spider legs

ticked against the earthen wall.

Get a boyfriend or something

like that. Let a crack of light

into your shell. Was that right?

I couldn’t tell. Remember,

I was not a snail. Or even

a soft-shelled girl. I had

eight legs with hairs to hear.

A carapace and

no need for ears.

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Catherine Niu's avatar

Here's two dream poems from my weird week.

"dodging"

when we were undercover at dinner

trying to put seat belts on as an explosion

zoomed down the conversational freeway

straight for us,

your phone screen kept flipping,

vertical then horizontal, like a spasming

mcdonalds drive thru

bumper to bumper spiky energy rushing

to obliterate all our nuggets,

which made it harder for me to explain myself

to the tarantula by the stairs and

save the girl in flip flops who wasn’t walking away,

distracted as she was by the pickle of us all

shaking our bottles

to prove our covid medicine was on us,

so when she tried to smoosh the tarantula

in her bare feet like little makeshift guns

shooting twice and missing, and each time

hard splinters cried in my chest, obviously

i needed to think a little harder to say,

oh, good dodging

to the tarantula

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"Trying to Say What I Mean"

A magnificent horse drips brown gloss

over my hands as I hold his warm

head to mine. Eye to eye we stay,

which allows me to throw my heart over

the rims of his eyes and let the all of it fall

for a long time, I stay eye to eye with this

horse, carrying all that I have over to him,

throwing the all of it into his bottomless eye

which stays open, a huge whale mouth

yawning out from a dark, deep sea.

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