Breakfast Poems

Last night I dreamt
About holding you close;
We were on top of a mountain
Clouds exploding all around
You murmured, or shouted,
About discrimination,
But I just held you tight
And that was all that mattered

And when I woke up,
It wasn't you
And when I squeeze my eyes shut
It's sometimes you, a
surprise

And tonight,
Shifting and moving,
Stevie Nicks makes sense to me
Repeat that shit-get rid of shuffle

I read everything tonight,
Catching up,
Forgetting being lost,
Separate--
Proved me wrong, with your devil's magic
And your health will return,
Even though I'll never stop thinking it was
Me.

A list--
10 things,
That will make it better,
Right?