Poemdog

Dogs 2020

Second Life
(4/24/2020)


I dream

every
night

of other
people

of other
places

sometimes
of the same
people
in other
places

of other
people
in the same
places

all
so close
to real
that dreams
are confused
with memories

I awake
each morning
to collapsing
shapes

sinking
geometries
of a another
reality

with nothing
left to do
but untangle
from twisted
sheets

retrieve pillows
cast
to the floor

make
the bed

and walk
into
the waking
world

already
too tired
from living
so much
through
the night