Give Everyone in Prague My Regards
One morning I awoke to find I’d been transformed into Franz Kafka
In need of a hat and other items, but in possession of a pen inscribed
“Workers’ Accident Insurance Institute for the Kingdom of Bohemia.”
“Angela,” my mother called, “What’s this durn Prager Tagblatt
Doing on our doorstep?” She entered my room
Just as I was tying my cravat.
There was a great fuss and lots of tobogganing.
Since then, I’ve dreamt of myself seldom
And in the second person.