Defend me. I am not capable.
The river sweeps by three minutes at once
cleansing me of guilt. But the bear
crashes through it and breaches my
He rages and frightens my innocence.
The psychologist says, "You are the bear.
You are the river.
You are the green car
crossing the bridge. Defend yourself."
But the green car
is in a forest I have failed to speak to.
The green car was never intended
to drive in that forest,
not cross a bridge
that must not exist in a real dream.
Further, the real dream
Source: Poetry (June 2008).
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This poem originally appeared in the June 2008 issue of Poetry magazine