Take another day, flip
through pages desperately
seeking a poetic

heliport to land on—damselfly
become aware of what’s precious
turf the way no insect

could. Become the contradiction
you’ve dreamed of
embodying all your life. Chuckle

over the claw
foot tub in the middle
of a bedroom in a rundown apartment

in the middle

of last night’s dream. Just that—the criticism
was a mirage. Plans
to plant a garden inside the porcelain

basin no longer necessary. Nothing’s
real anymore, so do it today—do it now.