dreamcatcher

He came to me over a breakfast of green eggs and iron fries.
He wore a turban that could have been either red or champagne
and wore his robes elegantly, like dames do
He spoke in a low tenor and suggested we make an agreement on the issue at hand
I threw my fork at him but was reminded not to get testy while not in control
I took a sip of iodine and took two breaths, and agreed to sign the papers he held out to me through beautiful clawed fingers.

“Here it is” he said, and I saw pink and
on the scroll was you and
something resembling me and
a house with three windows

I put an “x” by the flowerbed and penned my last initial,
and when I finished I saw blue
as he turned the contract over

Revealing a star, a bear, and a diamond
All hand drawn by me last night
The star perfect and pointed and the bear vicious like waves
and the diamond as white as I've ever seen white,

and I throw myself at his feet as his turban falls over my bowed crown
and I tried to scream for a reverse but nothing,
except a hum from him that could only mean silver linings
and in my head you and the picture of me danced
barefoot in the mud over a diamond
so small and so embedded that I forgot it shone once
as I look to the ground and move with your cracking soles