I keep my dreams in Tupperware,
color coded,
like more organized people do
with less intriguing things.
Nonsense, like leftover crumbles
of some forgotten
but once pleasant dessert,
carefully crafted in the kitchen,
wonderfully without nutrition,
I keep in the pink tins
to dry out
and crumble further.
Green containers hold
the more substantial
and savory memories;
old ambitions, like deli meats,
are more often revisited,
cold and floppy,
damp,
reheatable with cheese.
Visions, like those of Joan,
and assorted religious syndromes
demanding action in the waking world,
are contained in yellow rimmed plastic,
and hidden in the back of the fridge
until they fade
into the sanity of nothingness,
or start to smell.
About the Creator
Lucia Linn
”Some days I feel like playing it smooth and some days I feel like playing it like a waffle iron.” -Raymond Chandler
Bits of fantasy and poetry and whatnot here, comedic comics on Instagram @mostlymecomics
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