i’m here

didn’t you see me

i raised my hand

i had the right answer

but it was the wrong question

this is a dream

this is not a dream

this is a dream

this is not a dream

 

and now

like a bosch painting

in tempera

a penance for no sin

and flowers pour from my mouth

this is a dream

this is not a dream

this is a dream

this is not a dream

 

just then

a small miracle

a butterfly

neon paper-winged jewel

and suddenly it’s all clear

this is a dream

this is not a dream

this is a dream

this is not a dream

 

bhagiti 5.22.07 toledo, oh