Anna Karenina Quilt
by Francine DuBois

Anna wakes with a start and
Tosses the quilt from her grasp.
She had the dream again,
The one with the train,
The one that has chugged through
Her subconscious every night for months.

She was certain the world didn't care,
But she always woke up clinging to the quilt,
That indisputable symbol of women's power
To make beauty out of trash, as if it were
Count Vronsky's hands rescuing her
From her self-inflicted doom.

She would not sleep alone again tomorrow night.

Francine's Version -- Hezekiah's Version
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