even in my dreams

Last night, I dreamt

you and I formed a band—

The Straying Birds—  

though I didn’t play an instrument.  

Even in my dreams,  

I'm searching for a sideline to the sideline,  

lowering my eyes as my chair squeaks,  

wishing to be a piece of paper—  

folded, slipped into a book,  

to be placed on a shelf and forgotten for years.