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Misunderstood

I have come here today to say goodbye to my father

I feel somewhat understood and yet, misunderstood

I have drunk cool water under a large palm leaf

And now feel cool

I am not nervous anymore

Whatever death is

I am not nervous about it

It wasn’t what we meant

When we first described pain

I just had a dream that

A woman’s face was blown apart

By a plane crash

One side was normal

Her normal face

The other side was cut into, so that the muscle flapped

I saw the plane crash happen in my dream

Right after I had my usual dreams about betrayal

And as usual, the whole thing was off

It was not death I was after

Nor dreams

What is it in my words that makes

People think I care so much about dreams

What is it in my self that makes me think

I care so much about dreams

I don’t care

About dreams

I care about this world

What is it about this world

That insists on making me feel so alone

So separate from it

When I drink a cool glass of water

Why do I feel so cool inside

In a way that is not representative of the outside world