Thanksgiving. I dream I am
either drugs or drugged and/or
in a cloud. A haze.
Willard Scott dreams he is
a disco ball. My newest pairs of
sneakers wall the carpet. Charo.
Yes, Charo is also dreaming.
Charo dreams that she has
a buzzy feeling in her heart.
And that would be significant
only first I must float my
stuffing into the bathroom.
We’re playing Trivial Pursuit.
So I get up and go to the bathroom
float beside my new sneakers and
I dream I know where I am.
I dream I feel I belong.
I have Charo’s buzz.
I have Willard’s ball. But they
don’t want me here. They
want me further. They
want me to go to the End-Up.
I close my eyes. They vanquish.
I know where I am. Belonging.
We play more Trivial Pursuit. His
mom and dad have milk and cookies.
Phantasm. Whimsy. We dream we
memorize a book his mom made him
for his birthday—recounting his
childhood and family history.
