DREAM ACT
Behold what a guest I am Behold what a guest I am I take my shoe off I have perfumed my foot I take my shoe off I have perfumed my foot When you offer me food I will eat it When you give me your bed I will sleep in it My body will not make a wrinkle No my body will not make a wrinkle In the morning when you ask me how I have slept I will say Well So very well In the morning when you ask me what shall I do today I will say Well Well And there it is The look of unease Unease which is a reply to disease And disease’s Cassandra face You say with a kingly casualness that I must have plans You are afraid I will stay in your house longer than your charity has anticipated Well I do have plans I do have plans Most of my plans include staying here Most of my plans include a root that rots when you plant it A root whose rot is its lifeblood Most of my plans are badly laid and therefore glorious Today it is too soon to ask me to leave You want to be generous you are not a bad person Today you will let me use the toilet in the master’s bedroom Because the guest toilet is clogged Who clogged it You won’t accuse me outright Though you say to your spouse I think she clogged it I do have plans I do have plans As the days wear on there is no more prosciutto with melon No more farmhouse cheese and hot chocolate Remember what a guest I am Remember what a guest I am As the days wear on you make me cook for myself You leave early for work and arrive home late When you arrive your face falls to see my foot swinging over the armrest of your grandfather’s Barcalounger The kitchen smells are terrible and mouth-watering You regret giving me permission to use it Now I cook for myself There are leftovers I say Leftovers on the stove if you want some You say Oh thank you You say Maybe I’ll have some Though you won’t have some You want some but you won’t have some You go upstairs You are forming your stratagem You whisper to your spouse We need to get her out of the house Your spouse says In the middle of the night we’ll do it So in the middle of the night you come for me I am sleeping in the guest bedroom At least you know I haven’t locked it You never gave me a key Kudos on your intelligence and its native suspicion You stand over me There I am Sleeping in my indifferent blood This is what a guest looks like This is how guestly I am You stand over me Some cavity of you senses that my plans are already in effect The rotten root The haunting curse You stand over me You stand over me What is the distance between life and living You stand over me You stand over me The allocation of destiny You stand over me You stand over me If this is destiny If this is destiny You stand over me You stand over me You better not miss You better not miss