To Believe In Unicorns - Poem by Robert Rorabeck
Filing in, warm alcohol clouds my feet,
Makes my lonely spirits warm
And reminds me of the time when I slept in
Motels and hospitals alone.
Now I have a family and two children.
I have to get drunk and write in private.
Even as I can hear my wife,
I know it is not something I am supposed
To be doing—
But I still dream of other houses
And horses without names running
Through the waves—
It gets cloudy when I have to scratch my
Head trying to think of the names of
They too used to own this place,
But now the planets align to empty palaces,
People who often speak Spanish now own this place
Again—and we go to their supermarkets to
Buy a month’s worth of meat.
I don’t work at the high school anymore.
I got fired from that place because I couldn’t
Fit in with the school culture;
But it feels warm now here
For a while—
Warm from the rum of the Caribbean—
For a while I forget myself
And think that I am not supposed to be here
But then I remember to believe in unicorns.
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