Knees
You’re standing in a church. You go there every day.
But something’s wrong, your legs won’t bend, you cannot kneel to pray.
Then suddenly it’s dark, you hear a growling sound.
You try to run, you’re strangely stiff, you fall onto the ground.
You’re wearing funny tights, from neck to wrist to calves.
You’re attempting a pirouette; the audience just laughs.
And then you’re in your bed. In nightmare sweat you steep.
You check: thank god: you still have knees, and then go back to sleep.