After Seeing An Ad Of A Young Woman Jogging Out Of The Body Of An Older Woman On Instagram But Also A Lot Of Other Things From The Day
Michelle Gottschlich



I wake up halfway from a dream again
and ask Ben, Did you see it?
It’s a happy thing that he’s here suddenly
though he has been all night.
What are you talking about?
I can’t remember. I don’t sleep well, or,
I don’t finish most things. Sunbather.
Buoys and too much salt in the water. Oil slicks
locks of fly paper. I leave
all the computer screens open.
What are you talking about?
Imagining now that
maybe one night she’ll slip out.
I’ll stay in place, but she will—
some light dart, never sick,
carted everywhere in my complacent pull out beds—
when I wake up again
half dreaming.
She runs away, saying over her shoulder,
What are you talking about?
Neither do I.
It doesn’t make sense.
A horse doesn’t just freeze in a field.
I want him to check the round door of my pupil
before he starts to pull up the quilt.