Scattered

I am Dream

Last night I dreamt I was a box.

A box full of shriveled-up plastic and piles of ashes made of straw.

I was a box that had lost all its senses.

I couldn't see but I knew snakes were wrapped around me.

I knew knives were being plunged through me.

I couldn't think and yet I understood I was simply a magic trick.

They taped me up from the inside and stitched the gaping holes they made.

Because they knew and I knew I would sit there.

Throw me into a fire and I would still sit there.

I was made to sit there.

It was just a dream.