Happy Hump Day, Pittsburgh!
Need a mid-day boost? Here is the opening of “Gaudy Infinitesimal,” a poem about waking up with a disturbing dream stuck in your head:
By morning, you will be invisible, mon dream—
You are every rush-moth in your story, every torso, every bitch.
Now, you are distracting Moi.
This is my work, the infidelities of me, my own ivory hillocks, my toy
Pram filled with slippery mice, my own mares fetlock-deep in squalls