i pop a pill,
rest my head
on the old
pillow
and waves start
crashing within
my head,
smooth waves,
releasing the contractions
i walk into a
bar, i see you
not you, someone
else
someone who wants me
to write long
letters to them,
i am scared,
i walk down the attic
and it gets darker
and darker with every flight of stares
and when i reach
the floor, there are these
beds – colorful ones,
everyone sleeping,
with blankets on,
teleported to different realities,
to different lovers,
to different dreams
may be we teleported together
into a reality earlier
and this,
now,
is a new
reality
