(dream in CA) >> poem'iffied

[poetrees]

v.2

I wait for a bus
outside my wall-less house
holding my big cat
(one of the dreams where
he’s of course
alive)      a fire log
across my forearms

I get onto the bus
and as it lurches
re-order the tea
coloured
mis-numbered pages
of our stony
last letters
furtive as Papageno purrs