Konch Magazine - At Night I Dream of Gluten by Jeffrey Bussey

at night I dream of gluten

at night I dream of gluten mystery to me

but I find myself in horror sweats mid-­‐sprint down a hallway, running
from a gluten-­‐y gelatinous whole
flowing, a half-­‐baked dough river
monster filling up the entirety of the space dream me exists in.

it rises and approaches.