Double Life in REM State

The sleeping woman
is not the dreamer
because the dreamer smokes
and not from hunger
but for the mouth feel, perhaps
in absence of craving, or
maybe to consume
a conflict she’s having.

She questions nothing
and isn’t questioned.
Doesn’t age or wonder why
her doors will neither shut
nor lock and she murders
with impunity.

Her teeth are loose, she’s
not ready for the test, is
late for a job she’s not sure
how to do, naked.

She could hold God accountable
at any lucid moment, but
even her awakening is
smoke disappearing from
what would be the sleeping
woman’s breath but
the dreamer doesn’t breathe
and there’s no reason to pray
or petition or accuse.
Dreams are always
about the dreamer.

Published at The Poetry Storehouse, March 2015

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