I believe

I dreamt of stair nosings.

along with the handcuffs, as a matter of fact

the other end of the rift
is deep in a pocket
in my shoulder bag!

my files

some years are 

filled with playbills 

and festival programs

others of newspaper 
articles and greeting cards

note on a recent to do list

Unfortunately I have no memory of why I wrote this down.

book graffiti

Picked up the copy of Salman Rushdie's Haroun and the Sea of Stories I'd grabbed at a thrift store.
Disappointed when I discovered highlighting throughout.
But I consoled myself by imagining that perhaps extracting each neon line would create an epic found poem.
Then I saw the notes on the first page and lost hope.