I Dreamed I Saw
An abstract clock—
heard it ticking; each
second, an arm
with fingers.
The heart
drumming from a chamber,
beating fast
but
erratic.
Wounds opened
into labyrinths
of confusion.
Darling,
the air was swirling again,
and the staircase
dangled from the wall—
up
and
down,
with no end.
Exit signs
flashed like neon red apples
on the backs
of speeding trucks,
whose glass-and-static tires
spun like
a carnival Ferris wheel.