i have dreams
where i lose my teeth,
pull them out of my mouth one by one, while
new teeth push themselves
from my swollen pinkgums
making me repeat the process,
spitting them out, pushing them out
with my tongue
until they fill my mouth
with the hard, bitter taste of enamel.

i have dreams
where people die,
the words "revolution" on their
lips, eyes heavy and clouded
with sleep and delusion
as i watch them get carried away
and forgotten.
(I could have told you
not to die for something stupid-
yr head is not hard enough to
withstand the fall,
yr back is not strong enough to not bend.)

i have dreams where i forget to wake up.
dear universe:
i am ready to wake up now,
to still my tongue, to bow my head,
to listen.