A nightmare, they
I had a nightmare, they
made airplane toilets
pay-toilets, a little
coin-slot over the
tiny handle.
I had a nightmare, I
wrote this poem and
gave them the idea.
I had a nightmare, I
did not have to express
my fears for them
to become reality
I had a nightmare, they
made an effort
to think them up
for me.
I had a nightmare no one
could longer “be”
no questions asked
I had a nightmare everyone
was making life harder
on purpose, competing
who could make it worse
Beautiful shadow
She was the most beautiful shadow
I'd ever contemplate
speaking with
a shadow
states nothing
answers less
she sat in the sun
hanging her head desperately
for the dial to turn
