in a dream I was as much alone
as dreams require
though you sat beside me
in an ugly little theater
a dull movie playing—
if I looked up
it’s all I could see
I barely looked up
I was listening to you
as you watched
I had nothing of my own
I had this dream
Joe Wenderoth
Joe Wenderoth's most recent book is No Real Light (Wave Books, 2007). His other books are: Disfortune, It Is If I Speak, Letter's to Wendy's, and The Holy Spirit of Life: Essays Written for John Ashcroft's Secret Self. He teaches in the graduate Creative Writing program at UC Davis.
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