Autocorrect, Suicide Poem by Casey Renee Kiser / snail viXen

I dreamed of Sylvia
She showed up in my Chardonnay
She showed up in my white lines
back in the day

I dreamed of Anne
She said, 'Straight, no chaser'
She whispered that my nervous shadow
doesn't impress her

I dreamed of Ian
He touched me around the neck
He touched my hair and sang
like a train wreck

(he's perfect like that...)

I dreamed of myself
I begged from the moon, don't land
I begged in the mirror, disconnect
Let go of my hand