Dreams of a Fat White Dog
A lullaby
of apple pie
it sings to me,
I don’t know why.
.
A lullaby
of ham on rye
it calls to me,
I stir, I sigh.
.
A clank of plates
a treat awaits!
Oh, not again,
mom’s eating dates?
.
Reality,
too much for me
asleep again
deliberately.
