I slept overlong
so many dreams
faded
Polaroids
undeveloped
silent, strange room
alien embrace
hot sheets.
I sit, poised to put pen to paper,
this becomes the dream:
hunter in a blind, stares through a scope
at a clock on the ceiling,
10:00, 10:45, 0:00, 1:00, 1:15
no game wanders into the crosshairs,
sensation that something is about to happen
rainwater forms a leaky bubble in the ceiling
a blister
grotesque with pressure.
Tension,
anticipation,
flex the membrane
between the waking
and the dreaming.
Tonight, there will be no visitation.
2023.09.03 – 2023.12.05