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