pickled spam
I snorted myself awake- how romantic
I dream of running, stealing, being stolen
faces of people familiar and yet not the same.
Our house dank and dark and multistoreyed
and I am riveted on cue as students parade round and I am trying to find any order
some order
to this madness.
CRC the door so you can step in easier
breeze through
and I’ll be waiting
book in hand
dreams on standby
snort.