Never Sublet to Your Dreams

Quick dreams rearranged the room
Like someone cruelly teasing
A blind tenant who was out.

You came to yourself and boom
All the dimensions were wrong—
Vertigo for a second.

Thanks to being sleep-deprived
And hospitalized, you'd let
Your sublet dreams pull this stunt

On you ten, twelve times a day.
The furnishings of your world
Didn’t seem yours anymore.

Ten times a day, you’d drift back
To where you were hanging out
With your daughter at the lake

And then you’d be back, the same
But not, no longer healthy
In any way, your daughter

Not even there. Erase that.
Startled back again. Your friends.
Weren’t they just talking to you?