Apartment

1

The woman on the mantel,

who doesn't much resemble me,

is holding a chainsaw

away from her body,

with a shocked smile,

while an undiscovered tumor

squats on her kidney.

2

The present

is a sentimental favorite,

with its heady mix

of grandiosity

and abjection,

truncated,

framed.

3

It's as if I'm subletting

a friend's apartment.

Even in the dream,

I'm trying to imagine   

which friend.

And I'm trying to get

all my robes together,

robes I really own and

robes I don't