• Dean Interrupts My Dream

    Anders Carlson-Wee

    Summer 2017

    Hey fella, you asleep? I hate to wake
    you up like this, but I gotta warn you:
    the heater’s broke. Darn thing went limp
    outta nowhere and it’s gonna get cold.
    I can’t tell you how cold it’s gonna get
    but it’s gonna get cold. You best do
    like me and walk some of the night out,
    pace the house and get your engine
    revved up and that. And if you hear
    what sounds like a ruckus upstairs,
    don’t worry: that’s just me hoppin for heat.
    I hop as high as a man can get and land
    in a full squat and do that on repeat.
    I know it sounds loony but it works,
    pumps the blood good enough to give God
    a boner. Shadowboxin works too
    if you pretend the fight’s real and deal
    the guy grief, but that takes imagination
    while hoppin is a sure thing. And buddy,
    if you get so you’re just too darn cold––
    and I mean balls-turned-into-stones cold––
    don’t suffer it. You let me know
    and we’ll see what body heat can do.

    Anders Carlson-Wee is a 2015 NEA Fellow and the author of Dynamite, winner of the Frost Place Chapbook Prize. His work has appeared in Ploughshares, New England Review, The Sun, Narrative, Best New Poets, and The Best American Nonrequired Reading.

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