by William Kuch
I was once in the middle
of nowhere in another
world. I am trying to avoid
remembering it,
but it is inevitable.
Experiences are printed in
my head even though they
seem invisible. Clearly
I am still seeing them in
my sleep as I dream of them.
It was a desert with no limit
in sight and its ground was flat.
It rains with dust and using
headlights make it
impossible to see better.
Days were longer than
nights. I never had weekends
as I did not know the difference
in days. And was not
interested in knowing it.