Dreams of weeping
widows in trailers
across the dry seabed.

Dreams of a blond girl lost to me,
car out of control, Nabokov's Lolita
flying around in the passenger seat.

Dreams of elementary
schools with oversized
indoor playgrounds,

grizzly bear in the bathroom
sniffing the stalls for
honey.

Dreams of you.

Dreams of a stripped
'77 Buick, on fire in
the carpool lane.

Dreams of burning
down my house.

Dreams of walking barefoot
into your parents' imminent
divorce, you being the judge.

Dreams of not being me.

Dreams of orange
sunset among a
set of trees off

the side of a dirt
road, descending
into the dark forests

dark with Egypt
smote by YHWY's
wonders, all my

wonders.