The Three Lives Of The Third Person

Henry floated above himself
and looked at his body,
hell, he thought,

that ain’t me,
that’s Marilyn Monroe.
I knew

those couldn’t be my hips.
I knew those
couldn’t be my breasts.

Just then Marilyn
woke up
and walked into the bathroom.

Henry felt
like a peepingtom
until he woke up Mr. Bones.

Damn it,
Henry said aloud
when he

finally realized
that it was Mr. Bones
dreaming naked Marilyn Monroes.