Comic Strips

Last night I cut an apron
exactly straight along the edges
from the funny papers
with my sharp silver scissors.

The remainders I crumpled up
and stuffed into the bedside table
clippings across the floor
In the morning I snapped on the light.

Mostly questions rushed headlong
rustled like the morning news
raised no clear answers
Asked what Tolstoy's teacher wrote
in a letter home
my garbled response sounded like
going to America

I wish there were more.

Wanda M. Wandas's Questions:

1. Is the imagery sharp?
2. Does this sound like a true dream?
3. Which words would you take out - some "I's"?