Non-Time

It’s an unfair advantage.
It’s your brain in non-time, trying to remember how to forget.
The dream wasn’t real and you know it
in the dark of the room from
the dark of your heart. So you grasp
in the dark for dim reassurance, high on shaky post-midnight-oil vapors
lined up with the window blinds reflected in the mirror.
Flipping through the night channels
for proof that the dream
was a dream and not a memory,
knowing that as long as you feel the scene it becomes real from
remembering.