I slept in class, and slept so deeply that I dreamed.
And my friend Wayne wrote a comic book about it while I slept.
And in this book, the Buddha stood tall
in front of the suburban temple for Laotian immigrants,
and you had me saying, faithful to the thing
that I had told you while I dreamt, that he
“looked taller when angered, taller than a blade of grass.”
And we played the game called “Stratagem of Interlocking Rings,”
which always seemed to end in stalemate —
These are some among the common misnomers.