ARTIFICE OF ABSORPTION
In my first/worst 9/11 dream
copyrights were violated. On my shirt
in mirror writing, “STILL TOO SOON”
in glow-in-the-dark puff paint lit up the room,
but everyone ignored my warnings &
every time I turned around, you ducked,
which made me want to hit you. Cause & effect!
Fountain of youth vs. fountain of death:
whatever I dream-defenestrate next--
the loudspeakers? the promises?--better
not doubt it’ll turn into an owl.
Literature & all stuff disturbs me now.