In my dream there is barely anything there in the darkness. A choice flashes.
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Me when they play my jam
In my dream
In my dream I am walking with a blue card.
Me when they play my jam
In my dream
In my dream we are performing a play where a National Park tour becomes an ICE raid. We scramble for our belongings as everything becomes increasingly militarized.
Me when they play my jam
In my dream
In my dream it’s quiet, and not competitive, but irritating.
Me when they play my jam
In my dream
In my dream I fill in the legs, gently. A lacework of veins stands out against the darkness.
Me when they play my jam
In my dream
In my dream the parade will be heading up Amsterdam Avenue, flat LED light panels and headdresses glowing in the twilight. Do I have what I need?
Me when they play my jam
In my dream
In my dream we could use the connected rubber discs by sitting on them and stretching them apart with our legs, because “you are women”.
Me when they play my jam
In my dream
In my dream I chose faces from forms.
Me when they play my jam
In my dream
In my dream we wrangle and the darkness echoes.
Me when they play my jam
In my dream
In my dream the tray holds all the pieces for a plastic three dimensional puzzle.
Me when they play my jam
