It was a dream I had.

I was in the desert.

Around me the sun burned

at a million degrees.

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I wasn't alone.

There were people.

Red people.

Sunburned people.

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Naked people.

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They didn't have faces.

In fact, they were featureless.

They walked past me in a

Zombie-like trance.

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I told my friend.

She laughed.

Naked sunburned people?

What is that supposed to mean?

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That I feel exposed?

That the eyes of others are frying me

Featureless?

I don't know.

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Nor, I think, do you.


This is for Piffs who is the laughing friend in the poem. I guess I'd have laughed too if she had told me that she was dreaming of naked beat-red peeling-skinned guys. :-)

Anyways, I'll post more poems later.

-Amber