In my dreams, a meteorite breaks my way, says Rock.
She sings like a statue. She laughs like a mountain.
When I wake, she goes back to the world she came from.

In my dreams, calculations cover me, says Paper.
They tell a story that ends with men
handing my green friends to other men.

In my dreams, I cut paper, says Scissors,
into the shape of my mother, blades far apart,
Doctor, doing a karate move called a scissors kick.