A Dream as Vivid as the Moon Is Full of Confirmation Bias

keysI wake to a fat orange moon
home to a crazy little thing called
Cuba surprise and a child
I don’t recognize my wife
cooks sauce slings rings
of green and orange all over
the toaster oven smokes
a load of laundry in my hand
I still hold my keys to you
imaginary people—what a room!
You’re much nicer than my spies.