Poem Dream
I dreamt of writing a poem with italics: Usual writing room and posture.
I ate cocoa, macadamia nuts, and so much fiber: Painful speaking.
Sourness coats my throat and coffee cascades over it
Welling into my belly, damming the cold river of my body.
Legs growing numb, drowning in the rushing river.
How did it feel to wake up in quiet and stillness? With muted heart.
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