Last Night’s Dreams

by nicolecallihan

Shafer Hall rode a pony through Grand Central Station, and I fished off the shore of Vieques where I caught a stingray but threw it back. There was also at least one trip to Burger King and my mother in a long white dress; snow kept falling–either outside my window or on the other side of my mind but I couldn’t see through the clouds. In her nestside-nest, the bird hardly squawked, but daylight came too soon anyway, and I woke, worried about sentences, worried that they’d never come, worried about what they’d say if they did.