She Dreams

She dreams of a bed with roses,

a pool of gold,

bones of fame,

her own wax sculpture in the museum,

She dreams of Jupiter and Venus

and Mars too,

She is all but Shadows

She is not,

She wears the sky

after the big bang,

She dreams of forests,

She dreams of unicorns.

 

Me

I dream of the cheap wine

and the sad whore

that I consumed

yesterday