“dream a little dream of me”
sometimes in the many nighttimes I dream of ways
to dream a better dream of myself and The Future
but little ants crawl all over me and inside
of my nostrils and everything sounds
like the I Love Lucy theme song without words
slowed down to half speed and warbling like
some newsprung bird in its awkward spring
sometimes in the many nighttimes I dream the fan
isn’t mocking me after all as it whirs and
the eggs in the fridge aren’t worried I’ve forgotten about them
—how could I forget such a small thing?… Read the rest