When she dreams
November 6, 2020
Published in
Nov 12, 2020
I dreamt of you again, Donald.
I saw you floating in the room,
buoyed up like a balloon
at a parade.
Your face became
distorted and stretched,
as it filled with hot air.
You got bigger and bigger
and bigger and bigger,
flattening me into a corner,
until you popped
into an explosion of confetti
that tinkled
down,
and slowly disappeared
into nothing,
but a lingering
scent
of sulfur -
but when I woke up,
you were gone.
