Things I’ve Dreamed
When I was twenty-one and dressed
As a patient my temple prepped and poised
To reveal that mass of murky Jell-O
That conjures both heaven and hell
The howling craniotome and stench
Of sizzling collagen curdled my sleep.
Besides a few jags of bone that click and catch
On humid days it’s hard to say how I’ve changed.
I’ve always passed my idle hours
Imagining catastrophes, but who isn’t
Always bracing…[read more]