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Last Night I Dreamt

Last Night I Dreamt

– Poetry by Megan Brianne Hoppe –

the basement flooded and I watched the water fill the house to the rim

I held the disaster in my palm, analyzed, and let it change me:

learned to hold my breath, became a stronger swimmer

turned destruction into reconstruction and fell in love with the mess

my books were ruined and I began to write my own

Last night I dreamt

my coffee was stale, so I used it to water the plants

I am learning growth and loss mean the same thing

Last night I dreamt

You said goodbye to me for the last time

And I did not cry

About the Author – Megan Brianne Hoppe
Megan Brianne Hoppe

Megan Brianne Hoppe is a poet and a sewist. Her work has been seen lately in SAGA Art and
Literary Magazine and a Wingless Dreamer anthology. She currently abides in France, teaching
English as a second language. When not writing, she can be found sewing somewhat-historically-accurate clothes and fretting about both the future and the past.

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