Nightmare -- April 16, 2002

Our car broke down
at a surreal farmstead.
The man of the house
attacked me.
I set off alone
for downtown Moose Jaw
which looked like
New York.

I had money and a credit card,
but no idea
how to get to the bus depot.

Semi-naked, of course,
carrying the farm-wife's dress.
Should I put it on?
It wasn't mine,
but yet--
people were looking at me.

Was this a trip from hell,
a trip to hell,
or just my life?