Dreams of lighted pens,
children, and an amalgamation
of a teacher I once liked and
Eleanor Roosevelt reciting
an actress dialog.

Antique shop, second
hand writing instruments.
Table after table of every
kind of notebook, used and
empty.
Myself in someone else's
clothes. Drivers in unknown
cars, waiting in hot parking lots.

Always thanking someone
and feeling out of place.

Somnambulistic overdose.
Eleanor Roosevelt says
that her parents sex life
was like South America,
and their neighbor had a
crush on them so he bought
their apartment after they died.