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Dream with Gun and Five-Year-Old Daughter

Dream with Gun and Five-Year-Old Daughter

Trey Moody
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Hours before the divorce was final, the day

the divorce became final, I woke, knowing the dream

I had just dreamt could not be touched, the dream

in which my daughter took the form of a half-dog,

half-human, the dream in which my half-dog,

half-human daughter did not know she was dying

and had to be put down, her slow, slow dying

unable to interrupt her continuous smile, her Like this,

Daddy? as she tried to make me laugh, her Like this,

Daddy? though she already had been shot

to stop her suffering, her body calming, already shot

in the dream that real hours later became the day.



This poem is supported in part by the National Endowment for the Arts.

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