By: Safiyyah Motaib

nightmares while I daydream
twisting and turning
tangled in white bed sheets
worn by yesterday’s ghost
wanting to frighten me.
It synchronizes its float
with my shadow’s footsteps;
when the sun sets,
my shadow fades,
but my ghost
has me memorized,
my mind,
mesmerized,
dazed during the day,
footprints in circles
tracking the choo choo
of my thoughts,
express train;
no stops today,
not until the rain
clouds go away