wishtale

Susan said, "take the deepest of breaths
and write about everything you've recurringly dreamt.''

Father carried me onto the next true adventure.
His colours wheeled around shades of off-blue.

When I recoiled at that unthinkable notion,
they urged and cajoled, "there is nothing
to fear."

Nothing—that magic word, the one
that eliminates each object until

I am saved from all that is left.