Marc Tretin’s most recent poem to appear here was “No Return Address” (August 2018).
In a Dream She Will Never Recall, My Ex-Wife Speaks to Me About Our Adult Daughter
By Marc Tretin
Marc, in the crenellated valley
of your left hemisphere,
where flesh makes thought,
our daughter comes to me
as Qetesh, the Goddess of Vengeance
and Sexual Ecstasy.
She is riding on a lion
with one hand holding a lotus
and the other hand holding an asp.
She tells me who she is by opening her mouth
and sentences come out that are vipers.
Their flickering tongues and confident fangs
sense my warm flesh. I am barefoot.
I must climb the cold rocks
their sine-curving bodies
cannot scale.
There is no warming between us,
though we look into each other’s eyes
a long time. She suddenly looks overconfident.
“I am what is wonderful about the world,” she said.
As she loosens her grip on the mane,
she says, “If bitten, I’ll be born again.”
She starts to dismount.
The ground is squirming with snakes.
“No,” I say, but don’t want to say “No”
so I shout, “NO.”
I jump down with broken feet
and fall on my bruised knees.
Dry, cold bodies slither urgently
over my ankles.
I feel one, two, many bites.
Warmness travels through my calves,
thighs, hips and finally heart.
She strides away on her beast.
I cannot bear the heat.
My feverish lips are cooled by a barren rock.
I taste its bitterness
until I can no longer see her.
And as always, I feel lost in you.
Your poem allowed me to feel the dream .. would like to read more of your writing