Today I thought I saw you on the train
but it wasn’t a train it was one of those dreams
where everything is the same but different.
I wanted you to look at me
called and called
but it wasn’t really you and I called
the wrong thing
about hot soup and a homeless sense
of self was it?
One of those dreams where
it’s the house but it isn’t the house
no, no it’s a train of black cloud
spilling down my back.