Imagination Changes

Conjured, I have no name, no face.

I don’t exist.  A genie from your dreams

Who haunts you, taunts your memories.

 

Don’t try to put me back.  Too late.  I won’t fit

In the bottle – too big

For my boots: Size 10, brown lace-ups.

 

Average height, big nose, wide gap-toothed smile.

Trombone player, sings loud in the bath.

I took your mother dancing, made her laugh

 

Until she cried, I could have loved her.

Wrenched, she turned away.

I think it wasn’t long before I died.

 

Write more about me. Make the world believe

Imagination changes.  I’m alive.