Nightmare

my restless mind entangles meaning without attention to detail
splitting reality at its seems, replacing apparent likeness with un-likeliness
sewing together needs and wants with threads of my own flesh
craving completion but finding component parts in unexpected places:
my right hand is sending me texts from last night and
my left hand is in the hamburger I ate for lunch and
my great-grandmother poses seductively at the helm of a sinking ship

a tree falls (silently) while its peers look on (lasciviously) while
Jay Z’s holy mouth drips blood on my new white sofa
and your eyes read this line more slowly than the rest
blinking with the sudden realization that a soul’s windows peer both ways

indeed, other souls’ windows surround me, and thus I am exposed:
a pale épistème laid bare and defenseless
slowly, deliberately eviscerated, picked over for my juiciest morsels
then haphazardly reassembled, mortarless, unwhole, greater than my sum but
only as evaluated by experts in the field

and, at the end of the day, who am I to resist.