Today I am sick
coughing up rubber cement from my lungs
I wonder if I can mount pictures
with this gooey lung rejection fluid
Feverish dreams
In bed at Grandma's house
with the same furniture all around
I find some her jewelry
It's a family tree!
Living people look back at me
push each other
wrestle for first place
beside the Matriarch of the throne.
I must become a broadcast journalist
I am told as I bongo beat
on the back of Grandpa's tin camping pot
in front of strangers
at an art gallery opening
poor
as a stone.