Upon further scrutiny
That dream “I” just awoke from
Seemed sorely lacking.
No birth, growth, maturity,
No history whatsoever
Just its own impudence.

“I” spent ten years schlepping
To and fro the university
For what?
Bought books and shit like that.
Pored over them, digested them
And spat them out.

Then this audacious dream occurs
Where’d all “my” learning go?
Why am “I” not turned around
At the slightest presentation anymore?
The dream doesn’t apologize.

It looks at … or, through, “me”
Says “your” examination expired.
Who says there ever was a “you”?
Who says there ever was?
Who says there ever?
Who says?

Robin Starbuck