JD DeHart
Last night and the night
before, I dreamed all my
dreams again.
It was helpful midnight therapy.
To trace the themes
of power and trepidation,
to visit all those places
again. To realize how many
apologies I need to make.
All there.
I could have written them
in longhand in my pillowcase
and surely they will dissipate
by evening. But who knows?
Maybe they will return
or transform into something
slightly better.