Too Good at Dreaming by Bogdan Dragos

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A young hungry boy holding an empty bowl up and close to his face
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the maggots are never


even though they

live in


their whiteness


immaculate somehow

They reach out and


wiggling from the

rotten flesh. Either

searching for

the meaning of


or offering an answer

to it

It was hard to decide


them from above

but the younger the

eye, the blinder

to reality

“I like this one,” said

the little girl,

touching and caressing

the back of one

not much slimmer than

her finger. “I think I’ll name

him Bread. I like


“Me too,” said the boy. “And

I like… this

one.” He pointed at another

just as big. I’ll name

her… Mother. Because

I miss her.”

“Oh, me too.”

“She told us that a day

will come

when we’ll have to be

the ones

taking care of her.”

“Oh, but when will

that day come?”

“I don’t know. Maybe when

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  1. Love this! Poetry can help us maintain our sanity at times; it helps me in trying times offering a calm sanctuary. Thanks for visiting my blog again. Leo

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