David p Bates

D a v i d  p  B a t e s 

sometimes what happens

you said I was chasing you

you knew it was a dream

            but it seemed so real

& you look at me now

as if you’ve been caught

as you sleep a few inches

                        further away

                        each night

& I am beginning to dream

            of running behind you

w/ something in my hand

that I don’t want you to see