Last Night

Last Night 

I dreamt I'd lost 

my textbook which was 

a library 

book that since I was 

using it 

in the library I had 

essentially lost it 

in the library, 

so I frantically 

searched 

all the library tables 

where some of my 

class 

were still seated, 

but I don't know 

where my tutor 

had gone, 

and I'm sure s/he'd have 

helped me

look for the book 

(if around)

but didn't —therefore I 

searched 

all alone like a nut, 

and when I awoke 

my right 

eyelid was swollen 

almost shut 

like a spider bit me 

or something else… 

I dreamt I was in class 

with Kim Jung Un, 

but I was older than 

him and I, some kind 

of a teaching 

assistant or something, 

and I grabbed Kim 

by the shoulders 

(which even in the 

dream I knew 

was a dumb thing 

to do) and yelled, 

"Stop!" in his face, 

then looked 

around the room, 

gestured as though 

my forthcoming pronoun-

cement would encompass 

him and all his Korean 

classmates, and I said, 

"The world has changed,— 

you can be anything you 

want to be in life just as I,

just like me when I

was growing up," snapped 

awake, thought, wow, my 

dream just revived my 

dead belief in the America 

dream— I'm such a dope!