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A Dream

by Stephanie Lane Sutton

The morning after
I lost my virginity
the hispanic woman reached
a gloved hand into
my uterus and pulled out
a lemon, held it up
to the light for us
to admire in horror.
She then took the knife
and peeled it open
and our child hatched,
sitting like a chicken,
screaming for life.

That is what our love looked like.

Afterwards we walked
down the dirty streets
of the city, covered in
spit and dirt and hate.
He held my hand,
he smiled.

And that is what our love looked like.

05/28/2005

Author's Note: This is a poem about a dream I had about a guy I was involved with post-break up.

Posted on 06/27/2006
Copyright © 2010 Stephanie Lane Sutton

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Liza Dzul on 07/01/06 at 04:15 PM

i like the honesty in this poem. it falls flat at times, but overall it's pretty strong. good job.

Posted by J. Reed on 07/17/06 at 03:11 PM

I love the imagery and the honesty. I really think this is a strong poem.:)

Posted by David R Spellman on 09/05/06 at 07:57 PM

Very powerful and potently disturbing. I've been enjoying your library so far.

Posted by Olivia Weinkein on 08/19/08 at 11:21 PM

this is raw and gorgeous.

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