The odd dreams always come after a long span of remembering nothing.
.
I need to get to my next class,
But when I try to stop at a bathroom before
I find the old nurse’s office has been
Changed, redeveloped from white beds
To white couches. It’s meant to be
A mental health clinic now,
Students lounging and sipping small drinks
In celebration of its opening.
I pass by a table of novelty doughnuts,
Eclairs coated in colorful sprinkles
Stood up to look like the bristles of brushes,
Ignoring the sugar in favor of finding
The next bathroom I hope is still there.
Subtextually Free 