A poetry teacher once said, write a dream and lose your reader. But, wait, don't go— lately, you were in several of my dreams: filling a grocery cart with boxes all the same shape but with different colored labels, then building a box igloo in front of the store. Then, you were delivering people's mail, and I noticed you were wearing one of those ear gauges. I wanted to ask if they were standard issue by the USPS, but that doesn't even make sense. I know the teacher meant it's easier to find the escape hatch in a world that isn't real. But emptiness hates the voids it creates. An emptiness leading somewhere is more interesting than one that's just itself.
Purveyors of fine poetry since 2003.