(I fell asleep around noon reading a phenomenal book of poetry by Sarah Galvin, The Three Einsteins. In the dream, I turned the page and realized Sarah had included my poem, Incredible Phat Chats. The dream carried on, and I wrote this immediately upon waking.)
Incredible Phat Chats
I wrote a poem in my dream
entitled Incredible Phat Chats.
There were wildfires in the valley heading our way,
and a basilisk eating its way out of an ancient traveling case
containing scrolls that were to be restored, by hand,
by the wife of an old man from Denton.
And my neighbors had a young son named Josh, too,
in a bowtie, whom I didn't even know about,
and who kissed me on the shoulder.
