Instead of reading Shakespeare
she becomes him; now the words
words words are hers.


I dreamt envy.

The dream itself
had images
and players
but they were


on a silent film.

Let’s watch it over and over again.

I miss her smell
but can’t remember
what it is.

Published by dreysleeps

I art and eat and draw and sleep and cry and rhyme. I consume too much pizza and—by all rights—should be dead, but I haven't gotten around to it. Procrastination saved my life.

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