Sleeper

this morning I woke up with a cut on my finger and thought

how did I get this little cut on my finger I thought

i must have been on such an adventure asleep i thought

last night tucked under six or seven comforters (because I get cold

at night) and I thought where and what had I been

under those comforters last night to earn me such a mark I thought

that little cut now turned a hazy pink under healing flesh so

it must have been a long long time ago I thought for such an adventure

so I must have fallen into a nest of a vulture or tumbled

aimlessly into a serpent’s lair with glimmering carapace or awoken

a dragon and drew my sword and in a mutually terrified excitement

we slew our differences and split a pipe of rich red wine and

frolicked together to the sound of a single white drum until the wine

spilled all over my

six or seven comforters i thought and now

looking at this little cut on my finger I’m desperately wishing

that I was more interesting.