Should I bring a résumé of my dreams to the publishing company on West 38th?
An abstraction of when my teeth crumble like pastels, or summaries of my vocal cords seeking air through a taut fabric. I’ve achieved piercing silence in a room of white noise.
I have an impressive inventory of witnessing infidelity. once, we were both in between romantic partners. I was awakened by the taste of copper from biting the inside of my cheek. It looked worthy of an aged Merlot.
My most admirable skill is prediction. I can sense a mass shooting or the expiring heart of a loved one. but I usually float like an island over the scene because my biggest weakness is lacking density.
The night terrors have returned to haunt me Not able to sleep alone in my own bed The monsters in my dreams look like you The look of being used and hurt by you When I am asleep with my eyes still open Scared that they might come alive And eat my sleeping body