In the Land

In the land where people 

can read each other’s thoughts,

everyone knows what a bad

and wicked person I am.

My daydreams play 

like a big screen video before them.

My random and inappropriate thoughts

plastered on billboards.

Everyone has seen my dreams

where my dentist seduces me,

when I poison my boss,

how I float in a pool of men.

Everyone knows my thoughts

where I imagine him naked,

when I strangle my darling child,

how I wonder if my breasts look like udders.

From the land where people 

can read each other’s thoughts

they know me too well

I have been banished.