the rain comes down in mirror fragments 

& i could sleep much longer
if i could train myself to have dreams
of eating decadent foods; i want
chocolate cakes & duck wings 
but i don't eat meat--is it still 
a sin if i just do it in a dream?
i once admitted to a boyfriend
that i had dreams of sleeping with other people
& he didn't talk to me for two days so 
i had more dreams of sleeping with more people.
we hid under the bed--we found beaches 
with pink sand. i fall asleep sometimes 
with a fork in my mouth (not on purpose).
i get up & go outside first thing
to see what the rain has done laying slices 
of reflection all over sidewalks & 
wedged in the torsos of trees.
i'm not scared of my own reflection 
but i prefer a different version of myself
that only exists in my head. i collect mirrors
& i'm careful of the sharp edges. i hang the mirrors 
on the walls of the apartment. i see myself 
from six different angles. i am hungry 
when i wake up no matter how much i eat
before i fall asleep. i try sleeping with
boxes of cereal for pillows. i try a pillowcase
full of cookies--all no luck. i still wake up
feeling like a corridor empty & echoing.
i take the fork & jam it into the wall as 
decoration. i'm not sleeping well 
to be honest. i wake up all night long
& set the table in case guests arrive.
we don't have a table actually so i just
toss the plates at the ground & hope
a table catches them. outside one day
maybe it will rain tables & i'll be able
to piece on together. i stand on the porch &
wonder if the storm is actually over or if
this is just the eye. the eye whirls
like a bowl of soft berries. i live with
everyone & no one. if i had my own house
i would never let anyone else inside.
i would put caution tape all over 
& spill the mirrors on the ground. everyone
should look at their own reflection 
when they make promises. i make promises 
to the mirrors-- no strike that i tell secrets
to the mirrors & i'm not telling you what 
i said. everyone want to know your 
every detail. i have details you can only find
if you know how to look at a face. 
i want to eat churros in a dream tonight
because i've never had one. i want to eat 
churros fed to me by beautiful men.
i'm cheating on something. i want my dreams
to come out of my forehead as a projector
a film reeling on the wall. i want you to watch.
delicious come eat with me. i'll put utensils
down your throat while you sleep.
i love you beautiful everyone. sit criss-cross
i don't have any chairs here yet.