Love Not the X

by Catherine Davis

That X was all over my dream last night.

X you, X! I hiss, hoping subtlety will carry.

He does dumbfounded.

You X me, I X you back.  Me, pointing out the obvious.

He tries goofy.  The goofy grin.  That goof-y X-ing grin.

Stay Xed! I scream.

Still he keeps popping up. Whichever way I turn, still talking.

Xing X.  

Nothing left to do but walk out.  Out of my own dream.

X 'm.