“Fever Dream, Part 2”
Last night, I dreamed
that you were tossing back highballs
from a martini glass,
and when I pointed this out,
you slapped me,
and said everyone was doing it.
Last night, I dreamed
that the festivities stretched
from downtown to our basement.
I lay alone, my heart twitching in rhythm
with the thumping bass,
as you danced below with strangers.
Last night, I dreamed
that the streets were on fire.
Store-front windows shattered musically,
asphalt groaned under the assault,
and the skies were black with ash
and soot-covered angels.
But I woke this morning
to grey walls, a cloudless sky,
and seventeen more hours
until bedtime.
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