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In my dream
In my dream I guide the large animal through the clay covered rooms by holding onto its baggy, reptilian skin, hoping it won’t get away from me and fight with the dogs in the area.
In my dream
In my dream the bits of flag stay inside the jar. I’m not any older.
In my dream
In my dream the air ripples and she has figured out how to smile and get the party together.
In my dream
In my dream she wants to cut it down to sixteen again across her chest.
In my dream
In my dream it’s frayed and revolving.
In my dream
In my dream we mold the clay and dip the bottles matching the stripes to specific DNA over and over. The actress is blankly modest but she has stolen the work of a local artist and thus the right to their studio. By the end I’ve forgotten how the process works and am losing my place in line.
In my dream
In my dream the Christmas retail displays at Lincoln Center lead me to a wan teenage architecture student trying to insinuate themselves into a musical about Japan.
In my dream
In my dream the old notebooks suggest new plans.
In my dream
In my dream the hunt for an mc goes on across multiple emails while I pack and try to get a flight back from Chicago later in the day. The food is good, but a crafty woman swipes the cards from my wallet in the pre-dawn street while staring me in the face.
In my dream
In my dream we are moving down the street in flashing yellowed sunlight. Her voice, blunt with cynicism, keeps commenting until we are done.