find a dream demon in the sizzle of your fried egg
in the fruit of your loops
in the balance
of your breakfast,
and swallow him
down with orange juice.

find him in your last pistachio
crack him open,
find him waiting,
find him
kind of hot

he looks real ripped,
red skin and
red tinted sunglasses.
“aw ****,
those gains,”
you wanted to say,
but were afraid.

wake up and find
that u lowkey miss him