Friday, June 8, 2012

not quitemare

I have this involuntary dream that I give up
We share the sofa bed
in my folks’ basement
in the afternoons I sip lemonade from concentrate

glassy with shellshock
while lawn equipment whines
(a chorus of bees)
We walk to the frozen custard stand
And my friend,

who worked there in high school,
serves us our custard
and the next day

there is nothing
to do

1 comment:

  1. Yep, this is actually nightmare-quality.