DREAM OF THE MUSEUM-GOER
“Would it be too late at the museum,
To lose oneself in the long-ago dream
That begins with a kitchen smelling of meat?
I imagine you asking: ‘What will you procure now?’
And passing into the bedroom without a sound,
You wait to be served upon the sheets.”
“Rose, I believe it is late but not too late,
The museum’s flowerless vases and dishes
Have led us to the kitchen filled with wishes—
But when we arrive, the door’s shut tight—”
“That’s alright: the window’s open and the moon is bright.
We’ll somehow worm our way into these bowls tonight.”
– Pia Marrella Cisternino