The Edge of Dreams
the edge of dreams
is where i lie,
eyes open most of the time,
hoping to see the moment pass
in which i find
the me i lost
when i folded that part away
lodged carefully in some suitcase
intimately packed away
with the sanitized dryer sheets
everyone loves so much--
my edges softened
by burred pleasantries--
hidden
out of sight
under the bed.
i lost something that day,
an unrelieved bitter taste
which always reminds me
of salt.
copyright/all rights reserved Audrey Howitt 2013