for I am freshly awakened from nightmares.
Thoughts, metastasized, audible.
Emotionally intoxicating echoes and greyscale hallucinations.
People-shaped grapes on red ribbon vines.
Cars passing by, each containing scowling, staring faces,
half-faced passengers and drivers.
And they all nod at me while they stare,
as if to remind me that you’re still talking.
I didn’t hear the question.