I pinched myself 8 times a day, and yet
I really couldn’t wake. The sun, the car,
the banal talk seduced me to forget
my time. Three days I went to nothing far –
a jaunt away from concrete, hew or hill –
and trying to attend I nodded off
(though maybe I’ll confess I took a pill
and smoked expensive herb that made me cough).

But chief among the reasons for that mood
were sleepy sea coast planned community,
reviews of books, the fussy attitudes
of middle-class white women. There were 3
of us, but I like Gulliver deny
affinity with folk less cool than I.