I guess it’s not the best conversation opener,
telling you that I dreamed about your dog,
who spoke like a gravel-voiced old German lady,
muttering something about sausages
and the freedom to poop wherever she wanted.
No person ever wants to hear another person’s dream.
To dream about an acquaintance — or his dog —
seems pathological, and to announce it may be
grasping at straws of an intimacy that doesn’t exist:
Maybe tonight, your dream dog will trot down
my dream sidewalk again, with a dream of sausage.
Maybe you and I will spend the night together,
then go back to not saying hello.
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