Dreamt Poem Written Immediately Upon Waking
Dreamt Poem Written Immediately Upon Waking
Some nights, dreaming, we arrive at a thirst
In the dead center of us, axel-like,
Columnar, pestle-shaped, composed of pink,
Compacted salt, salt that thirsts for water
So it can turn it salty, and we begin
Licking it with sidelong bovine lashings of
A tongue so long we can see it, carving
It into a windswept sandstone shape
Until abruptly waking with a thirst
A thousand freshwater lakes couldn’t slake.