In my dream I am scrubbing a bathroom
that stubbornly holds its dirt.
No matter how hard I work
it will not come clean.
I am talking to a friend
(who doubles as an enemy)
and I am trying to remember
a favorite poet’s name.
With the remembrance of the poet
comes the realization of the frenemy –
the counterspy, who betrayed me
smiled at me while turning on me –
and I am scrubbing her sink.
As I work, the sink grows wider and deeper
the stain of her duplicity becomes darker
ingrained dark splotches on white enamel.
I can feel the texture of her betrayal
as I try to remove it.
It’s a dream that does not end
except with an awakening.
I haven’t thought about her in years,
unless you count every day
when I drive by her house,
the one with the stain,
visible only to me.
* A person who is both your friend and enemy, often blurring the lines between the two.