I take this white box
and add black letters
hear the sound of keys pressed down and released
see the glow of the screen reflected on my stray hairs and the skin around my nose and upper lip
hear my nose snuffling
hear gentle but endless traffic coming from the window
feel the ache each time my eyelids close and reopen
That’s What’s Real At This Moment.
You Are Only A Dream, to be forgotten upon awaking.
You are not a part of this.