dreams travel parcel post on reality;
déjà vu, i remember this phase
of life as it happens.
next my hand scribbles banter
in ink on pages and cramps…
carpal tunnel to interstate 95.
ride the landfills like a scrolling
hollywood background.

too many floaters, episodes
where you feel detached and impartial,
even as the narrator. floating
through the stratosphere
and the pressure triggers retinal
detachment. oh, the irony
taste of tap water in the morning.

mouths can speak epics
when spreading dormant bacteria.
go back to sleep, sleep it off.
thick, swollen fingers
and sweat-mopped hair.

every time you swallow,
a goblin pulls the hook
in your throat.
sushi

i’d rather not,
it could burn.