Walking around today the dream
a fist at the base of my spine labored to move me—
I was like a fridge, or a piano
This was painful but effective My absurd weight together with
the ground’s inexplicable softness
I left the wetland slashed and ribbed
I took zero responsibility
I was right to assume it wasn’t real when none of my bones were parallel in the first place
I was tall and narrow like an implement for the garden favored, and a burden
Strut gouging the surface I loved the center