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 got caught up in the action
and those magnets of fear and of pain
But sometimes I heard an outside sound
and started to remember and look around
And I tried to get her to stop the movie
and awake to the pain of this dreaming
or more often in the dark I just panicked
and ran from the theatre screaming