NIGHTMARE MACHINE KATHERINE LARUE
on nightmare medication back on it
says the {nightmare} knows
the {nightmare} maxim
which is rolling out
out of bed in sob-fugues
every night pours out from me dramatics
and I call and you sleep
sleep like half a couple in a commercial for cold medicine
not there
{ silver nubs my hands passing through my limbs } not there
{ arboretum of corpses } { the old cafeteria }
{ forcing dead dog meat in my mouth }
anonymous
{ stacking of dead cousins } { I can’t believe you are here
I can talk to you }
{ you didn’t die after all or maybe }
rot was supposed
to happen
and it was understood
his projector has to run all night
tools I didn’t know the names a kind of pliers
{ cattle remains } { a few movie stars show up }