Once I dreamed I was a princess or
someone else important like a
and the angels took out my trash and
scrubbed my toilet. I dreamed
you were a prince or maybe a bounty hunter
fierce, but also
gentle, who would wash my feet. I dreamed
you tracked down my nightmares, brought them
to my throne,
tied them to a pyre of pine
and burned them alive. I dreamed
we danced widdershins around the throbbing flame
with mint leaves
under our tongues and
silver beads about
But you were only a mechanic
with a milky smile.
You helped fix my toilet -the one
the angels never cleaned.
My nightmares still murmured to me with
from behind unburned wood piles
and shanty palaces.
my stolen crown of thistle.