Strange Dream
In my childhood room you sprawl across the bedemanating coiled languor; confidently masculine, satisfied feline seeming at rest.
You regard me with fondnessand curiosity, testingmy mettle.
Am I enough?
I try to tell you I am lacking,so disorganized, so chaotic,incapable of the straightlaceddiscipline and ramrod postureyou strut through life with.
And yet you drawl,"Oh...