Petty Dreams
My dad gave me his sleep apnea machine
he got an upgrade
it’s a medical hand me down
I imagine when he dies
he’ll leave me a kidney
The machine helps me sleep
and I remember my dreams now
but my dreams are petty
usually about achieving fame
people wave to me from cars
I wave to them
they stop me in the street
I wear a sash, have the keys to the city
am loved and lauded
I know I should dream
better
but I’ve got no control
Every night
the machine
takes over.
About the Author: Jon Bennett writes and plays music in San Francisco, CA. You can find his work here and at most music streaming websites. His latest novel, Solar Maniac, is said to be a real page turner.
Image Credit: Dick DeMarsico “Ben Hogan seated on back of car in homecoming parade on Broadway” (1953) Public domain photo courtesy of the Library of Congress
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