I dreamed the other night
I was covered in blood
but couldn’t discover
despite a frantic effort
whether it was my blood
or someone else’s.
Who isn’t secretly afraid
of being dragged off
some rainy night
to an interrogation room
and beaten with fists
and clubs and forced
to answer questions
posed in a language
they don’t understand?
When the 8th-century poet Li Po
had to travel at night,
he carried a cage of fireflies
to light the way.
Howie Good is the author of more than two dozen poetry collections, including most recently The Death Row Shuffle (Finishing Line Press), The Trouble with Being Born (Ethel Micro Press), and Gunmetal Sky (Thirty West Publishing).
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