MILLIE GODWIN
NOVEMBER 18, 2022
Dream #2
After I took four pregnancy tests and they all said I was
carrying twins
I blindly walked to that cafe
Pastel and smoky, on the corner of the street where a
something or other used to be
We sat around round tables like Arthur’s men and dissected a frog poem
saw its guts and gore and heart and eggs
Analyse the guts, drink the beer, eat the full English
What function does that metaphor have?
Analyse the gore, drink the beer, eat the sandwiches
Why are we seeing the poet’s inner being?
Analyse the heart, drink the beer, eat the meat and veg
The words swell, they puff up, don’t they
Analyse the eggs, drink the beer, eat the warm cookies
And now we end on the deterioration of all he knew
I go home. Check the time. It’s backwards
My roommate swings around the corner and onto my windowsill
I want to push the silliness out of him
make the street sweeper sweep him gone
Millie Godwin (she/her) is a freelance editor and writer. She enjoys cuddling up with her dogs to watch the same five shows over and over again, reading, and practising tarot and earth-based witchcraft. Her poetry has been featured in Sixpence Society Literary Journal and Ink, Sweat & Tears.