Lisa Zaran Poems
|1.||Where's Your Tambourine Now, Sleeping Bear?||7/19/2005|
|3.||Dedication To Those Unfairly Undone||12/14/2008|
|4.||For A Girl||7/4/2010|
|8.||A Dream Of Her Concern||3/5/2006|
|9.||The Blues Are All The Same||7/19/2005|
|15.||Absolving The Eye||6/13/2004|
|16.||Love Is Believable||7/21/2006|
|18.||The Great Ones||7/20/2005|
|20.||The Troubled Boy||7/21/2006|
|21.||The Best Thing||6/13/2004|
|25.||How We Are||5/30/2005|
|26.||Talking To My Father Whose Ashes Sit In A Closet And Listen||7/20/2005|
|27.||The Men In My Dreams||5/30/2005|
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The Men In My Dreams
All the men in my dreams
I turn away and there they are.
Staring at me with their spotless faces.
I wish I could say
what color their eyes are
or whether they have straight teeth.
At first I think I am in love with them.
That perhaps they are my lovers.
But knowing tells me they are only there
to commit some small violence.
As they reach out with large hands,
what I want folds in on itself.
I wish to go, I long to escape,
but can not.
Just as they are close
enough to touch me,
I wake up, fists closed to reject.
As if we have
Still, we imply.
All that I have come
to believe in:
the measurement of time,
the presence of light,