Body Conscious

Two poem-like things from the past week:

I dream a volcano beneath a familiar lake
water rising, red fire in the rocks.
Tell my poet-friend, “we must go quickly!”
”Good luck,” he replies, shows me
the bionic implant in his back, his stitched skin –
suddenly it’s fatal to be real.

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1.The EKG man is doing research. He talks while pulling the blue paper gown off my breasts as nonchalantly as tissue from an orange. "I ask the patients, 'What do you recall about this test?' They tell me, 'you never put electrodes on my legs.' You see? The memory lies to us."

2."Aha!" says the nurse, triumphantly tapping the small vein. My blood obediently flows into four vials: purple, yellow, green, blue.

3.In the patient lounge, a masked teen coughs miserably. Her mother, in boots, chic tights and a short black dress, plays with a cell phone. Trapped with them, three of us exchange glances. Beside us, a pitcher of orange juice, a fancy coffee machine. We've each been here for two hours, waiting for various tests, fasting since last evening. Every now and then a doctor comes in, pours a cup of coffee or juice, leaves without looking at us. Bilingual eyes roll.

Comments

[dale]

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[Mouse]

The memory doesn't lie but it does, occasionally go trick or treating...
Hope all is well

[Beth]

Thanks, both of you. Yes, so far as I know everything is OK - this was a routine annual check-up, but I don't have all the results yet.

[zuleme]

Two bizarre dreams from last week:

A bathroom, a toilet and down in the hole a black and white cat's face appears. He lunges out, I try to catch him and miss. The next time I manage and hold him close. Then I wash him off.

A restaurant with my husband and some friends. We feel lucky to get in but there are only two small tables occupied. No other tables, only chairs in the room. We are seated in a row on a bench. The waiter tells us there are 3 dishes offered tonight. Scallops, "you will get two of the finest scallops anywhere," Chalk, collected from the sea cliffs, and a duck type bird. The waiter brings out a dead white bird to demonstrate. We ask for a table. Oh yes, the waiter says and brings out two small tables.

I don't remember what I ordered. Though I know Olof ordered the scallops.

My dreams aren't always this odd!