HILLY

Tonight I will wear my CBGB shirt to bed.

I will dream about a bowl of Kix and a bowl of Trix.

And in that dream, I will dump the Kix in the trash.

And I will eat the Trix straight, no milk.

A transistor radio on the kitchen counter will crackle with something dumb from the ‘70s, like Paper Lace.

The bowl of Trix will shake perceptibly, and maybe a red Trix will hop over an orange Trix.

First I will be a little scared, and then I will smile.

Tonight I will wear my CBGB shirt to bed.