BY JAY WELLER
I’M WRITING YOU NOW
SWEET, DARLING LUCILLE
YOU CAN’T EVEN PRETEND
WHAT’S FALSE AND WHAT’S REAL
YOU LIKE DRAGONS
AND GHOSTS
DIG THE BEATLES
A SLOW MOTION JAM
PIGGYS THAT SQUEAL
YOU MAKE STRANGE, RANDOM POSTS
AGAINST FACT AND SENTIENT
THEN HIDE WITH YOUR GHOSTS
THAT DWELL IN YOUR RESIDENCE
AND I WONDER AWOKE
SWEET, DARLING LUCILLE
IS IT YOU, THAT I KNOW
WAS NEVER REAL?