A dream in which I'll be engaging in *** With the loose folds of skin and cellulite around Maya Angelou's neck I use the word engage b/c I don't think It'll be my idea or if I would even want to be a completely willing Participant You know how dreams go: you're able to detach So anyway, all the while she'll be reciting her verse In that overly inflected, pretentious and annoying grandmotherly Huxtable Tone she uses and Right as the nauseousness becomes unbearable And I fear I won't be able to keep the contents of my Stomach from forcing itself out and onto her face She starts to devour the entirety of my lower abdomen The sickness I was feeling quickly dissipating and the Realization that she's no longer speaking and merely Gnashing, ripping and eating my viscera I return to an almost homeostasis A comfortableness