29. dreamt of old loves

dreamt of old loves,
original songs,
crosses & secret languages,
fetuses in bags that i cradle and sing to,
old men chasing me—wanting to own me, 
hitting the red panic button by accident, but not really
top floor of a crisis center,
climbing down a crack in the floor into a damp subway platform,
bodies are scattered all over the tracks, their untimely deaths unpeopling their skeletons
     taking the strain off their tired frames 
a train pulls into the station and i 
think about getting onboard

i woke up and still felt 
asleep
the morning can be such a nightmare