Joe Wenderoth

in a dream I was as much alone

as dreams require

though you sat beside me

in an ugly little theater

a dull movie playing—

if I looked up

it's all I could see

I barely looked up

I was listening to you

as you watched

I had nothing of my own

I had this dream

Found In Volume , No. 05
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Joe Wenderoth
About the Author

Joe Wenderoth’s most recent book is If I Don’t Breathe How Do I Sleep (Wave Books, 2014). His other books are: No Real LightDisfortune, It Is If I Speak, Letter’s to Wendy’s, and The Holy Spirit of Life: Essays Written for John Ashcroft’s Secret Self. He teaches in the graduate Creative Writing program at UC Davis.