POST-DIVORCE DREAM

I wake up from the bird
that becomes my alarm.
Became.
I hear it bouncing inside the date.
To realize I don't want this man.
I'm the someone outside my body
watching my body
like a bird.
I am the bird.
Was.
He finds me in this moment.
I've been caught
waking up. I dance the forced laughter
like balloons.
Dancing.
He is actually my Ex.
Water pours from the pipes.
Gorgeous leak. You gorgeous,
gorgeous leak.
I must have left you running.
You must have ran away.
Run.

Amanda Adrienne Smith is a poet and actress living in Los Angeles, CA. Her poetry has appeared in Right Hand Pointing, One Sentence Poems, and Poppy Road Review. She can be found on social media at @amandaadrienne.