Are You Going to Eat This?
after Lynn Emmanuel
Start with a dog. This dog. This dog wanting out
of this dream. Then I see my eyes, blinded by windows, a bobby
with a talking gun, more butter and more, smearing the box,
Stuffing her mouth, a servant, still. We tell the dream. We tell
the maids and waitresses, we don their black aprons.
I want to ask the stove, the glaring succotash, the hated
cot. Light, even
light is a dreary guest. I see that first.
This draft was written as part of my first assignment for my first packet at NEC -- an imitation poem. This poem is an imitation of Lynn Emmanuel's "Dream in Which I Meet Myself". The title and last sentence of the poem are taken directly from Lynn's piece.