Dreaming a Little

by Juan Mobili

I know I dream but wake up often,

what was vivid

comes apart like dandelions clocks,

the voices begin to blur their words,

then, the faces burn away like old films

at the movie house

when we were kids

and spend our Saturdays,

until we were expelled

for launching cheap chocolate

at the screen that melted

like tears on Dracula’s pale cheeks.

Juan Pablo Mobili was born in Buenos Aires. His poems appeared, among other publications, in The American Journal of Poetry, Hanging Loose Press, Paterson Literary Review, as well as publications in Europe, Asia, Australia, and South America. He received multiple nominations for the Pushcart Prize, and his chapbook, Contraband, was published in 2022.