last night I dreamt I moved into a new apartment
large and sprawling labyrinthine design
with white walls and wooden furniture
dilapidated
papers strewn paint peeling
i entered off the street
in the dead of night
surrounded by nameless people who didn’t acknowledge me
I recall a writing desk with what at first glace appeared to be a typewriter
upon closer inspection
i identified it as a clock
i felt a deep sorrow at this discovery
then sat on the floor
wallowing in thick pudding sadness
yellow light flickering
glancing back and forth at doorways
that led to rooms i hadn’t been before