The day takes on a different feel after you die in a dream. It was a simple death. I fell out of a building in my car as I thought to myself, Well, this is how I go. My ethereal body stayed at the scene of the accident and when they recovered my body, I turned to the person next to me and said, That’s unfortunate, I was hoping I would survive.
during the night i sprouted an orange knit cap
which covered my skull and unaccountably
climbed backward then swept upward.
i looked like an ancient Egyptian symbol
or a Doge of the Venetian Empire.
no one noticed and strangely
it carried no weight
but flew up and away
not leaving its perch.
now and then
like my nipple or my small intestine
i thought of it.
i passed by someone closely
we almost touched
and my hat was gone.
i looked back.
the person hatched a chicken foot
on the side of their neck.
i felt lucky for my sculptural orange cap
as though beauty and power
had been bestowed upon me
instead of disability.
at least for the day.