Dream Me

Still on this side of the grass,
I blush because
it’s more difficult
to get off the ground,
to stand up
after getting knocked down,

I’m so glad
you found so much
about me
you didn’t like:

I was such a stupid
child
pretending dimly
to be a man,
sorry
in every love I tried,
hurting, hurting, etcetera

and, less of a child,
I am an awful
human
being again,
the dream me
crow confident,
in the corner of the room,
watching
good-naturedly,
patiently for myself
to fall

hard.