Even in your craziest dreams
most things
still seem sturdy—
the cities the buildings
the treelines the streets
You'd never expect
the sky the sun to be
cracked
like an egg in an earthquake
You'd never see
a species a nation
dissolve all at once in
villainous acid rain
You might expect
to lose the respect
of people you love
or wind up in bed
with the ones you
ordinarily hate
But curious:
even in your most
debilitating nightmare
you never expect anything
or anyone
to break.
