Yesterday I dreamed of Aquaman
It reminded me of when I was a child and
I also dreamed of Aquaman.
He’d storm out of the ocean with a pack of rabid
Dolphins, sharks, and whales
Riding gallantly toward the evils that plagued the land
And extinguished all of the previous nightmares from my consciousness,
I didn’t really think that I was rediscovering all of my childish dreams until
Three days ago, when it began and
I was standing in line at a Subway
And the sandwich-maker, or
“Sandwich artist” as they self-stylize,
Asked me what kind of bread I wanted.
I immediately slipped into a daydream, a memory of when someone else
Had asked me that same question in the same manner of speaking long ago.
It made me angry at the time because
I wasn’t ready to answer the question so I left,
And so I did.
The same thing happened at Stop & Shop not too long ago
When the man bagging my groceries
Asked if I wanted paper or plastic.
But, taking the initiative
He had already started bagging the eggs and milk in plastic bags
Without my consent, so I said plastic.
Because paper would take longer.
And there was someone else in line,
Someone likely not as environmentally friendly as I am.
For my unfortunate transgression
Aquaman turned against me that night.
Two days ago I was sitting on a wooden park bench adjacent to
The actual park but facing the opposite direction.
I thought of the traffic soaring quickly and
Dreamed of when the park bench faced the park instead
Of the traffic, and it was much more serene that way,
But they’ve locked it in place.
And so I left.
That wasn’t how it used to be.
Back then it was a much simpler time,
And it was socially acceptable to wear white
After Labor Day.
White was my favorite color.
Until they shamed it;
That was a bad day.
When I told my therapist that I regularly wear white after Labor Day,
He said I must be insane,
And that I needed to see a therapist.