for some weeks, i couldn’t stop sleeping, and now
for some more, i only seem to be able to nap
and I dream
hard

for some years, my sleep was troubled by what they did to me
by the hot wire they put to my head, pituitary,
it’s not so much troubled any more
the scenes are of my last day

rewritten the ways I would have wanted them to happen.
It just happened again
but this time, I didn’t spend my last day professing
this time, I wrote a book

which is to say, handcrafted one from scratch, from spill.
Also, for the first time, the college was not here
but in Silver itself, the unshining city
below the real Gila hills. That was a new twist.

the lesson of that revealed the true nature of their crime;
it wasn’t the injustice and it wasn’t just the betrayal
but the fact that they tried to keep me from having my say.
this’ll fix that, right?