in a dream

i was an average savage

across the street from a seven eleven

making up life stories for folk

based on how they walked in and out the store

helped me ignore the ghosts of wars won

of lives cut short

in fights we fought as warriors

so kings could sleep well

my son snored loud

and my body and mind

almost all of me was bedside again

my heart stayed back

back with the guy

the guy across the street