You Caught Me Dreaming

The panic button pushed 3:45 am

as myself was laughing at the quarter- life crisis

that revolved above the bed

In that moment

we were writing about how comical

it is in retrospect

that we even worried about now.

The jarring reminder of heart palpitations

shallow breath

and other symptoms of

being

imprisoned

in the vessel of bone and flesh

finally found us

hidden in those crevices

that science has yet to discover

between the

brain and soul

which reset us back to this morning.

4:07 am

between sheets and sweat

Myself is laughing at this all-too familiar scene

where Body Remembers stress

which tries to take us hostage.

It breaks in through the door

and chases us

with the reoccurring red car accident, where the breaks do not work and

we always hit the telephone pole

with the magic rug rolling, where the man always lures us in

with my temptations

with the poison that the government distributed through the water

and turned everyone into zombies

Myself is laughing

at Remembering for

creating these games and fantasies

which trigger Body to alarm

over all of the mundane sets

that for this moment we consent to.

The bed is a battlefield

the twisted blankets,

the war

And in the morning, we are wondering

who it was that won ?