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
in my dreams
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