Poem

[satyapriya]

You turn up again,
inhabiting my dreams as though you belong,
ruining a day at the zoo
with looming doom.
Why now, when I have a different life,
do you come forth like a bogeyman,
so that I wake and curse?
You squat in my hind brain,
a substitute for dread,
for tension, for eyes that say no.
I do not assume you are thinking of me,
the way you would assume
I am sending hexes your way
if you dreamed of me.
I look to my life to see where I am troubled,
and get my shit sorted,
as you never did.