T.S. Hidalgo’s most recent poem to appear here was “The saint girl child” (October 2018). 

Nightmare (die dancing)
By T.S. Hidalgo

Fire stoked in the depth of dreams (I think that she has a lover): today is, in the REM cycle, giving me information, information, information, more information…

welcome, castaways, to Freedom Street; the number of times a piece of luggage spins does not determine the spin or the ballad’s tempo: the splendor and venom of Althusser!: in the end they’ll take me in cuffs in their fancy car to the little station (I used to sing while I waited for the last subway), to buy Land O’Lakes, stickers, ink. Am I still trembling? Life continues at the same time, before and after the windows.