I’m a dreamer with a laundry list of things
I hate. Snot is one of them.
I wish I could hide myself from their hands
but they know how to dig into me,
ripping out a tiny sheet of puffy dream
just to wipe their dribbling noses.
When they don’t need me, it’s beautiful
when dust settles on my shoulders.
I feel like an angel blessed with wings.
Among clouds I float all day long,
warmed by dreams of their perfect health,
where their rooms fill with contented silences.
Dreaming and waking
is a constant war of letting go.
I long for a time when no one needs me.
Raymond Luczak is the author and editor of 19 books. Some of his recent titles include The Kiss of Walt Whitman Still on My Lips and QDA: A Queer Disability Anthology. He has been nominated seven times for the Pushcart Prize. His next book will be The Kinda Fella I Am: Stories (forthcoming, Fall 2017). A playwright, he lives in Minneapolis, Minnesota, and online at http://raymondluczak.com.