Let It Be a Dream
Our Autumn sky is pregnant with violence: Dies Infaustus
whistles the shades of red and orange
as they dance across your skin. I look at you and I don’t
know what to say; I’m standing right
next to you — a stranger — as you face
the t.v. eyes empty behind the shades of a dream;
no one’s home, no one’s
Do be dreaming a dream where you can run
to the place where we made fifteen feet tall
ramps with two feet’s worth of mud
and juvenile hands.
Do be dreaming a dream where you can escape
from these linoleum floors and faded gowns
to the moments when you’d gleefully steer as I pressed the gas,
because my legs were two years longer.
Do be dreaming a dream where you can return
to the time when our woes stretched insofar as having to figure out:
Do I go with or against the grain?
Do be dreaming a dream,
because no one can hear you.
Matthew is a recent graduate of the University of California, Santa Barbara, where he received a BS in Biopsychology. He is currently in his gap years working as the office manager of an outpatient psychiatric clinic. In just over a year he will apply to medical school where he will pursue an MD/PhD, while conducting research into the neurobiology of addiction.