In my dream, the feeling of an edge being stripped off.
Me when they play my jam

In my dream
In my dream I am trying to run a community meeting where more and more people are signing up maliciously to speak as we go around the room.
In my dream
In my dream Manila Luzon lounges in our corral in Times Square talking about the time she acted alongside Clarence Williams the Third while lights flash in the warm night. I walk away and the further I go, the more layers of muck accrue to my bare feet until I am searching for some vendor that sells Crocs and some way to hose them down.
In my dream
In my dream V brings a rare Ice Pine sapling to the lab where D has been propagating them after the tragedy of losing a seed.
In my dream
In my dream no image remains but one of rounded shadow.
Me when they play my jam

In my dream
In my dream I’m absorbed in painting the model rocket ship, dry brushing rusty highlights over the surface. Then the tentacle packs inside.
Me when they play my jam

In my dream
In my dream the hallway is cool in the twilight.
In my dream
In my dream, churning.
Me when they play my jam

In my dream
In my dream it’s the end of the event when they tell me I’m hosting a panel discussion. People in the loft are finishing their food, starting to talk and unwilling to be wrangled into another conversation even if I could find their names and speaking order on my phone.
Me when they play my jam

In my dream
In my dream a lost phone leads to a swiped suitcase leads to a smirking job announcement leads to a punching contest leads to a broken wall leads to a concussion leads to a stolen black suede jacket leads to a reconciliation, all on one filthy intersection.
Me when they play my jam

In my dream
In my dream: blue dough, patched black canvas and someone has given me something that I now regret being without.
In my dream
In my dream the argument stills itself.
Me when they play my jam

Me when they play my jam.
