[wallace stevens said that metaphors are how we escape the cliche of reality. that’s all I have to say before I read this poem.]

dream journal entry #17

I’ve been eating metaphors

before bed,

I am like a hog

you are like my wife sleeping next to me.

we are like nothing that has lived before the protozoans

the sky has been hammered a flat white

outside there is something like a sonnet screaming

and I can’t quite quit dreaming about real life