We’ve given up all our dreams to a narcoleptic Freud
who pervades all our inner selves.
All of our great conversations
will someday be reduced to sentences,
abridged to future lovers.
It helps that I had dreamt you up
the first time you stretched out your palms
and invaded my unconscious.
nice, but I am confused with the title and the prose.
ReplyDeleteskunk is kind of a nickname for the person about whom this was written. it's about the attempt to get over someone whose presence is still pretty alive in the back of your head, and i was trying to do something psychoanalytic here. it may not make a lot of sense, i was just experimenting with some interesting sounding lines.
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