26 June 2009 | Vol. 9, No. 2
In Dreams and in Love There Are No Impossibilities
Where you cut your hand upon entering.
Where the affable proprietor warns you away from the saw.
Where the dog and the cat play beneath the table,
between your many legs.
Where the woman has painted her black hair gray.
Where you have just returned
from a long soak.
Where the man bares his canines, offers oral pleasure.
Where snow on the road is ice cream and you
eat your way down.
Where your hand bitten by a band saw. See between the skin.
Where a twinge in your left side.
Where to split means to increase.
In dreams and in love there is no skin.
There is only split and increase.
About the author:
Sheila Squillante writes poems and essays and teaches at Penn State.
For further reading:
Browse the contents of 42opus Vol. 9, No. 2, where "In Dreams and in Love There Are No Impossibilities" ran on June 26, 2009. List other work with these same labels: poetry.
