Last night I danced in my dreams
and it was so delicious and happy
in a beautiful black dress
and my cool-ass Ray-Bans
even though I also saw
the woman in the green dress fall
down
dead
at the staircase top
a brown bottle rolling down the steps.
I was happy that it wasn’t me
that I stopped avoided those stairs.
So why don’t I leave this room
always apprehensive afraid aloof
and I only dance
in my dreams?
~~image by Jamie A. Hulley~~
