i’m here
didn’t you see me
i raised my hand
i had the right answer
but it was the wrong question
this is a dream
this is not a dream
this is a dream
this is not a dream
and now
like a bosch painting
in tempera
a penance for no sin
and flowers pour from my mouth
this is a dream
this is not a dream
this is a dream
this is not a dream
just then
a small miracle
a butterfly
neon paper-winged jewel
and suddenly it’s all clear
this is a dream
this is not a dream
this is a dream
this is not a dream
bhagiti 5.22.07 toledo, oh
