It Was a Dream About Crowded Hallways

and about spilling rivers

of teenagers in tan pants and green

sweaters frayed. They were lit softly,

softly, made to look idyllic,

never idle. There was the actress

whose mouth’s corners drag

down, the one whose eyes suggest,

the one you said looked like

Autumn, not the season but the girl

not the season but the girl,

brows sculpted and plucked to bows

arching above empty classrooms

tweezers in her moist palm

in my dreaming design

while in bed, I pinch my sheet.

--Noah, 13 Jun 06, from RFRY's It Was a Dream About Crowded Hallways v1