When do you think you are? 

 

on the bed eyes on ceiling 

accountant in head flips a coin for morning 

 

heartbeat synchs to a bus schedule 

desires like cream in the styrofoam 

 

recite the mantra check the window 

porn on the phone overdraft notices 

 

she suggests another vacation 

a sickday dream of emigration

 

lunch feels a way 

to dreams clouding over pain 

 

buying the novel 

that remains unfinished 

 

those dreams 

of a young man’s business 

 

and you only feel like yourself

in dreams