Same Dream

You wake from the same dream
Where you get fat
& to your shock
You give birth to your old cat
Your neighbor’s snoring
Hear the parakeet
Sit by the window
& stare down at the street

Sunrise
Grey & orange streaks
Thirty more weeks

The morning train
The crush & sound
It’s seventeen stops
Before you get downtown
Your stomach’s queasy
With flashes of heat
But maybe once that belly shows
You’ll get a seat

It roars & it creaks
Thirty more weeks

You check rental listings
On your lunch at work
You could have a real house
If you just left New York
A vegetable garden
A white picket fence
Closer to mom
Reasonable rents

A happy place for childhood memories
Thirty more weeks