Dreams smell like lemon

The apartment is clean

I say with satisfaction

Tiles scrubbed, kitchen disinfected, laundry folded

Never mind tomorrow

Today is neatly filed away

A clean, cold steel cabinet amid the disorder

A Lysol emollient to those not in control

Today was productive

I tell you on the phone later

I created enough distractions to miss you a bit less

…

I share my day instead of my dreams

Somnambulant ambitions I can’t tie down-

So what if I’m dreaming every night about a future

I no longer control

Did I tell you I’ve been waking up in tears?

The white knuckle grip I keep when awake

Looses the anvil of my love and ambition into my dreams

My apartment has never been cleaner