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| In My Dream |  | |  | | | You Were Church Regulated | |
by Heidi Lynn Staples | | |
in my dream you were church regulated,
and I could only talk to you from another room,
the wallpaper was generally heterosexual,
and the lampshades entailed certain rights.
I couldn’t follow you then when you were
outside just beyond the door, with your back
to the house where the couple establishes
their own household; and then when you were
at the top of the pine, the one that stands a grand
figure out at the edge, you were waving down
not at me, but at the young or infant daughter
of another man, and I walked away from you,
and went inside, and shut the door, and said a prayer
and men formed alliances in the exchange.
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Heidi Lynn Stapes, a part-time faculty member at Syracuse University, is
the author of the poetry collection, Guess Can Gallop (New Issues, 2004).
Her poetry has appeared in
Best American Poetry of 2004, Denver Quarterly, Electronic Poetry Review,
La Petite Zine, and the Georgia Review.
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