I Was Crying Because I Had a Dream


The only reason to cry
Is when somebody you love dies,
Or when it's really happening
And not a dream.

You cannot scream
When someone is cooking,
Making a big deal of it;
You cannot do that.

They need to be left alone
So they can make the dinner.
It feels kind of bad and good,
Both the same, like that.

The sausage skin is good for me,
Because now I can bite it.
The badness is the chicken skin—
It smears all over your face.


©2016 Michael Fraley




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