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I Only Remember the Nightmares

Or the dreams where you show up
I’m worried and ask
“Does this ever happen to you?”
But I never remember your answer

Lately we’ve been cooking together
in kitchens I don’t recognize
In one you used the only pan to cook bacon
when I wanted to scramble eggs

My grandson waited at the table
I wanted to give him the best
You were there as a calm presence
and I was sick with stress

Then, I had the wrong pan
The overdone eggs wouldn’t scramble
I knew it was too late for breakfast
The dream ended there

________Colleen Redman / Imaginary Gardens with Real Toads

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