What dream? (Poem)

Angela Moreno

look at the child with the dream in her eyes
holding it deep inside her —s. mclachlan

dream what dream?

the shame-crazed fantasy?

the gut-wrenching, teeth-spewing nightmare?

no dream

no more

can’t afford it

turn it off

the desire

no desire heat tensing thighs rising

none of it

you can’t anymore

nothing but a crusty blanket of

dried blood

where they cut you

go ahead feel it

that unfamiliar


where pulp and lust used to thrive

See also these writings by Angela in this issue of Chrysalis:

In Amerika they call us hermaphrodites
Letter to my physicians

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