That dream wasn’t about you.
You barely even appeared in it.
I wasn’t focusing on you
or what you said yesterday
or what it signified
in any way at all.

I haven’t been plagued
with thoughts about our conversation
or going over it
in consciousness and out
ever since.
Even to suggest it is absurd!
Why bring it up?

No,
the dream was coincidental
and had nothing to do with us.
With you.
With penis.
With anything!

I don’t know why we’re even talking about this.
Why are you harping on the dream so much
when it’s so obviously unimportant?

Oh, there is no WAY
you said "cream" and not "dream."
Don’t you dare accuse me
of Freudian Hearing!
Look,
maybe we should just change the subject,
all right?

So…
penis?