A night of weird dreams. This was one of them.

She had nine short dresses
in her closet
I had a grey sweatshirt
tied around my waist
She seemed unconcerned
about how to hide me
now that the implosions
had stopped

I saw a strange man
in the mirror
He had dark, curly hair
where I had none
and a suit
of gunmetal grey
His face seemed to go in and out of focus
when my glasses moved

How long could we keep up
the subterfuge
with surveillance cameras
(and, no doubt,
eyes of grey behind them)
all around?
Suddenly, the room went dark
and the morning light bright

(12 October 2014)