3/29/2021

Missed Diagnosis

The spiders are sharpening 

my scissors and knives

and the bats are grinding 

my teeth into flour 

while the app on my phone 

set to record 

the frenzied order of dreaming 

sleeps straight through 

my alarm.


[LSS, 3/29/21]

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