Why We Sleep At Night

After the dream I set up
for a party I did not throw.

In the dream, she was struck
dead. The morning-to tell me
otherwise, sent no wake up call.

Before the dream, a reason
written: the heat broke.

And before the reason written, a headline
read: Dollar Balloons, Now Till June!

Long before the dream I made
coffee, and a great while after, too.

In bed I dreamt I had, eight pillows
beside me, a love-of-my-life.

And in the dream, on coffee
she burnt her tongue-
Decorations on sale then
until now. We were in a hurry.

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