The kind of real you feel in the pit
of your stomach, like a clenched fist,
holding your insides tight between
merciless fingers, it could smear
you right out of existence.
It was so real my own realness
was held in question and when
they called the witnesses to the stand,
no one came to testify my life.
There was no evidence.
It was so real, so goddamn real,
it was real as a dream.