Morning Love Poem
- Morning Love Poem
Dreamt last night I fed you, unknowingly, something you were allergic to.
And you were gone, like that.
You don’t have even a single allergy, but still. The dream cracked. Cars nosedived
off snow banks into side streets. Sometimes dreams slip poison, make the living
dead then alive again, twirling in an unfamiliar room.
It’s hard to say I need you enough.
Today I did. Walked into your morning shower fully clothed. All the moments
we stop ourselves just because we might feel embarrassed or impractical, or get wet. [End Page 2]
Tara Skurtu is an MFA candidate at Boston University. She is a recipient of an Academy of American Poets Prize, and her poems appear in Poetry Review, Hanging Loose, Salamander, Poet Lore, the Los Angeles Review, the Southeast Review, Hiram Poetry Review, the Comstock Review, and elsewhere.
