CRISPY FLOTILLA

Did I walk downstairs in my sleep

and write a story at the kitchen table

all about a peanut butter sandwich

or did I get married in my sleep

to someone who knew how much

I loved them?

Either way, this morning

there is a peanut butter sandwich

at the kitchen table in a

movie on television that I only

vaguely remember

having seen before

I wonder how it ends

is what I always say to myself

in my sleep but not
in my dreams