Am I going crazy?
is something I ask myself
a lot lately.
I don’t believe in prophecies
except in fiction and this
is no story.
It is real as I pinch my forearm
and focus on breathing in and breathing
out.
This déjà vu, which (I feel almost
certain) I’ve dreamt before,
is scarier than the earthquake
we had last week, because I know how
many nightmares I’ve had,
I just can’t remember them
until they happen.