Dream About Trying to Unload a Gun
Mechanics never was my forte.
I'm a theoretical mathematician.
I try this compartment, that, but nothing clicks open
nothing even shifts.
Finally I hear a muffled sound.
But they drop out slowly, tantalizingly, and not far enough away.
And maybe I left one in by mistake.
I keep shaking, jiggling.
They're like salt from the shaker or glass on the floor from a broken bowl.
I'm scared enough to keep jiggling, to stay in that little room.
And I stay scared until . . .
well, until nothing. I'm still scared.