PROJECTION

PROJECTION

She has reels upon reels in her mind
and a bright light farther back in her head
and in a little theatre on a screen that is me
she plays films of her father who’s dead

And the flickering light makes it real
and we soon forgot it’s a movie again
as we both get caught up in the action
and those magnets of fear and of pain

But sometimes I hear an outside sound
and try to remember and look around
and wake to the pain of this dreaming

More often in the dark I just panic
and run from the theatre screaming