Selected Poetry from Despy Boutris
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It was news to me—that clichés
are clichés because there’s some truth
to them. People always say stuff
about dreams—how they matter,
how they’re better than reality,
and apparently they’re right. I know
because I’m desperate for my dreams
to come true: for you to come home
from your visit with family, a visit
lasting longer than I can easily count.
Here, in this tiny youless town,
I dream here come morning, seeing
the way the early light turns my wall
orange, the spider constructing
its cobweb in the room’s right crook.
I dream you cross the road
with a mutt in tow and run smack
into me. In dreams we find each other.
I dream you press your chest
into my spine. I dream you with me.
Despy Boutris's writing has been published or is forthcoming in Copper Nickel, Colorado Review, American Poetry Review, The Gettysburg Review, The Journal, Prairie Schooner, and elsewhere. Currently, she teaches at the University of Houston and serves as Poetry Editor for Gulf Coast, Guest Editor for Palette Poetry and Frontier, and Editor-in-Chief of The West Review.