The Dream, by Felix Pollak

He dreamed of
an open window.
A vagina, said
his psychiatrist.
Your divorce, said
his mistress.
Suicide, said
an ominous voice within him.
It means you should close the window
or you’ll catch cold, said
his mother.
His wife said
nothing.
He dared not tell her
such a
dangerous dream.

— I love this poem for all it’s personalities; all it’s interpretations of one single dream.

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2 Responses to The Dream, by Felix Pollak

  1. Ms. Moon says:

    Yep. That’s a good one.

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