Slow World

I write carefully
In this slow world
It comes to me like a message in a dream
A ghostly hand is painting the words with a brush on a board

and Later — 
I’m at a book signing. 
I’m the talent. 
I’m explaining all of this
I write because when I feel something I can’t sleep 
I can’t lay down 
I have to sleep in my bathroom
On the floor
On cold towels