a dream you have when the blanket is too heavy for the weather

Your refrigerator’s running

down the interstate,

and you look up

and a lion-

no, a manticore

carries off your beige,

polka-dotted umbrella,

and its raining literal

cats and dogs,

so you’re drenched

from all the piss and slobber,

then you look to your icebox,

and you’re in your bed,

and its wet,

but you reach

for a dry shirt

anyway.