Today's poem is by Terence Winch

Holiday
       

Someone stole my favorite fork, then not long
after, my favorite spoon went missing. Then
my toothbrush disappeared and all the money
in my bank account vanished. There were no
more clothes hanging in the closet, and the
dresser drawers were empty. The shoes I kept
under the bed were nowhere to be found.
When I fell asleep last night I dreamt that
the acupuncturist reversed all the currents
inside my body and all night long I went
backwards. I drove in reverse, I backed into
rooms. When I woke up, I looked out the
window and watched my neighbors' dogs,
one after another, walk their owners along
my street. I looked to make sure none of them
pee'd on my newspaper. But then I realized
the paper had never been delivered.
In the kitchen, I looked everywhere, but my
favorite cup was gone. Later, my wife left town,
taking all the pillows and Christmas cookies.

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