i once dreamed
i was in a concert hall
full of clear jell-o—
just me and a tiny fish
if i let the fish bite me
i died
if i caught the fish
i lived
busy thinking
about moving through the jell-o
i forgot about the fish and nearly lost
my life
just before i woke up
late for class
where we learn
about the part of the brain that reasons—
the part that disbelieves in fishes in jell-o
but i can’t stand
the way that it compensates
how greedy it can be
a miser of ATP
forgetter of birthdays
and picture days
and dinner dates
and who knows
how i’m supposed to dream
when i’m trying so hard to think
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