the fair

the dream of duct tape was

the dream of someone sh

outing in the bedroom it

was the dream of a sink

brimming with kool-aid and

a dream of a fork with

your tongue on its tines

the dream of your tongue

was the dream of rabbits

quivering in a nursing home

and the dream of a moon

glowing in the wet grasses

where your head once

lay dreaming of the

crow crawking at the

edge of the brillo pad competition

JMB dreams a dream that is

not a dream of Bibiana Padilla Maltos