I’m sorry if I freaked you out
I really didn’t want to go there
and how I got there in the first place
is beyond anyone’s imagination
I mean really
driving while sleeping
—who the hell does that
by the time the cock crowed
I was fast asleep in my bed
beside me an acting award
that belonged to you
and you
just like my car
were nowhere to be found
december two thousand twenty-three
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strips of bacon appeared
in my high-definition dream
alongside ripened tomatoes
farm fresh eggs
and quarter pound cheeseburgers
I could hear them pop and sizzle
in their own searing grease
could smell the sweetness
originating from the kitchen
and infiltrating the entire house
pretending I’m fully awake
I tuck a linen napkin
up under my chin
march down the staircase
wielding flatware and a hefty appetite
january two thousand fourteen
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