There is a disney world perpetually
living inside the pretty snow globe
of Other Choices. Accept this and
you will be happy.

i have been feeling

lately well whatever

at least i can feel even feeling like

shit is better than who

am i kidding, i hate feeling like 

i could have done something

better different been meaner

or played the game like a man, as

if being a man would have made things

easier. i dreamed i had a son. i dreamed 

things were stolen from me, my wallet

my ID, my purse rifled through by

an unknown hand. maybe the

dream was telling me that the things

i'd been protecting, the things i'd been

hanging on to were running me

while i'd been driving with the window

down, one arm browner than the other,

as if all was well.

owning the road here while all 

around me, things were falling into the ground

just like the old house now just a toy
in the attics of memory.