poeming on a monday morning, sans caffeine



last night
the crocodile
that attacked
my neck
was only
six inches
long and skinny
without legs

i woke up
thinking
it was a strange
thing
for my
dreammind
to have called it
crocodile,

when reallyit was a snake
long
and
skinny
with fangs
outstretched
to tear
my carotid
wide
open

and how
accustomed
to nightmare
deaths
i am
to not
wake
screaming:

the memory
of trauma
is a blessing.