by Mish
(Eileen) Murphy
Last night I dreamed about you:
You were a pirate.
Not one of the dirty ones,
but a high-class pirate with the whitest teeth.
Sexy, but dangerous.
Yum.
We were on the deck
of a sailing ship,
no land in sight.
You’d tied me to one of the masts
with ropes.
I was hoping
you were going to ravish me.
You wore three gold earrings,
and I wondered in the dream:
Where’s the tattoo with my name on it?
I thought you had one, but…
The scenario shifted
to a cocktail party
in the suburbs
on a backyard deck.
I wore a long white linen dress.
Well, it was more of a nightgown,
a gauzy one
that made me look
half-naked.
Despite that,
you left me tied up
and wandered off,
holding a goblet of red wine,
looking for your partner.
Then I was
in my college dorm room
in a swivel chair,
sitting on
my boyfriend’s lap.
Whee—I squealed.
Let’s spin the chair.
Spin, spin, spin.
Suddenly, an alarm began to wail.
Fire, I heard somebody yell.
Put it out, said somebody else.
* * * * *
Mish (Eileen) Murphy is Assistant Poetry Editor for Cultural
Daily (www.CulturalDaily.com). She
teaches English/literature online at Polk State College, Lakeland, Florida. A
Pushcart nominee, she has published two poetry collections—Fortune Written
on Wet Grass (2019) and Sex & Ketchup (2021)—and a
poetry chapbook, Evil Me (2020). Mish graduated with a B.A.
from New College, Sarasota, in French /Russian, and Columbia College of
Chicago, in Fiction Writing/Teaching of Writing. She is also an award-winning
digital artist, photographer, and book designer.
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