biscuits and bagels

what is a poem but a dream of opening up a biscuit and bagel food cart that serves breakfast sandwiches all day. not enough dinner and an early bedtime induced by thc and i dreamed of fluffy biscuits and chewy bagels with shiny outsides, honey butter and bacon and sage. food dreams make me think i’m doing something wrong when i’m awake.

the dream about running a restaurant with my mother and the taps were spouting out cheese wiz instead of water. the dream about the pizza oven at the white lady’s airbnb that she said we couldn’t use. the one where paul rudd was my lyft driver and he went on about how the only good thing at mcdonald’s are the hashbrowns. i wasn an hour late to my flight in that one.

my waking world is riddled with choices and i’m convinced i’m always making bad ones. my dreaming world i’m just along for the ride and someone is always telling me i should eat.