do the dishes

i feel like a nightmare ̶

scooped peas out of a stained sink

w/ fingers all chewed up

terror phantasmic skull cave-in

the kind of feeling that’s like a premonition

i’ve done this thousands of times

worked menial mechanized organic motions

thru spacing ̶ being there

not being there

thoughts that could make good poems

but thoughts aren’t that easy

the trick is poetry

and feeling like a nightmare

every once in awhile

doesn’t hurt

Two Poems