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.