madonna buying palmolive

i dreamed we saw madonna
comparing dish detergents
at the drugstore on washington street

her hair was an anemic shade of banana
long and spun like cloud candy
or fiberglass insulation

we were so excited! this was madonna,
queen of all that is holy, conical-breasted
goddess, a block from our house!
so alecia invited her over

and she did come over,
but she was kind of a bitch the whole time

(in my dream our bathroom had glass walls and a toaster
"you can make toast while you pee" we told madonna
--and what, we can watch? no wonder
she iced us. what the fuck, brain)

after she'd gone, i found her cell phone
forgotten on the coffee table
i read all her text messages out loud
and made fun of every one

i ridiculed each of madonna's text messages
in turn, mercilessly