“The Sweet Respite That is Sleep but Contaminated By The Conscious Mind”

In my dreams I am still angry
You look like 2008
I feel like 2017
We’re stuck in 2015

You ask me what’s wrong
Which makes me more mad
How could you not remember?

I pull out the encyclopedia of rage
I furiously flip through pages
of all the things I should have said

My finger points to the maddening diagrams

See that?
It’s logic
that always makes sense
unlike you

The walls are melting
I have to pee
Why are you here?

 Shell of a Redwood Tree in Big Basin Redwoods State Park

Shell of a Redwood Tree in Big Basin Redwoods State Park