The Green Car

Defend me. I am not capable.

The river sweeps by three minutes at once

cleansing me of guilt. But the bear

crashes through it and breaches my

innocence.

He rages and frightens my innocence.

The psychologist says, "You are the bear.

You are the river.

You are the green car

crossing the bridge. Defend yourself."

But the green car

is in a forest I have failed to speak to.

The green car was never intended

to drive in that forest,

not cross a bridge

that must not exist in a real dream.

Further, the real dream

defends itself.