adventures in dysthymia

Monday, December 24, 2007

LISA

Last night I dreamed
an alligator attacked Lisa.
Lisa being my cat.
What an alligator was doing

in my back yard, I do not know.
Well, yes, attacking cats --
I mean besides that.
It wasn't even my current back yard

but the place I used to live
and the swamp harboring the gator
was my old fire pit there.
By the way, Lisa died.

I kept forgetting I put her
in the car to take her to the vet
and would get distracted.
I don't need to be Freud

(nor even Jung) to get it.
This was about me taking on
the responsibility of aging relatives
and the stray cat in the yard yesterday

and the gator I saw on line last night
and just maybe those antihistmines
that kept me from sniffling in church.
I think I'll let my nose run, next time.

Stephen Brooke ©2007

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