Fainting Goat

Last night a little girl came to me in a dream 

She had a head of wild blonde curls 

that looked more like 

a tangle of cat grass blowing in the wind 

Are you the friend that never gets heard when there's a group conversation? 

Are you the friend that when there's not enough room in the hall or on the sidewalk you go behind everyone? 

It's the 5th time

You've exploded

All because I didn't agree

With you

Each time

I would sit

Confusion clouding my brain

What did I do?

At first I would try

To apologize

This is an empty house, 
A house that's lost its soul. 
The laughter and joy that once echoed through it, 
Faded away with time and age. 

"Our hands are light blue and gentle. Our eyes hold terrible confessions." 

-Anne Sexton 

How naive to think glass shattering is someone breaking in,