I Had A Dream Too

Tonight she thought of me

maybe as she might

a neglected patient,

out of a sense of

propriety or

boredom

She almost came to visit

providing cause to clean the toilet, 

make the bed, straighten the room,

vacuum the carpet, burn incense, 
look for candles, and plug in
the long-fasted string of
twenty-five Christmas lights

But I knew not to wait too eagerly, 

and just as I started to conceive
the line about the neglected patient, 

she texted a change in plans

I’m sorry, she said

Of course, I replied

And the sacred lights, 

not yet ridiculous, 
returned to their fasting.