Stock Room of Dreams
Location
Dreams are lined up against the bedroom wall
like an organized stock room, organized
according by size, taste, also color.
Trapped in jars, dreams are not given the chance
to flourish, becoming stalking regrets.
It doesn’t do them or me any good.
With that reasoning, I do not contain
my dreams in boxes or jars; instead they
wait for their time to be my new light,
sitting on a shelf against the bedroom wall.
A dream flies to me, once sleep entraps me,
it wraps itself around, and forms a cocoon;
enclosing my body, we join as one.
The cocoon, through the night slowly dissolves.
Seeping into my skin, but leaving a
sticky residue and the faded pale
dream color being the only trace.
This process occurs, once sleep entraps me.
My mom says I am lucky, she says
some people don’t have dreams to be their light.
That I’m lucky to have so many dreams
lined up for me. Mom also says that there
are more dreams than people, but some don’t have
what it takes. I ask her how she knows all
of this, but she won’t tell me, won’t tell me.
I am lucky she says.