In yesterday's dream, I woke up from a dream, which was simply just reliving that real day. In this dream I was waking, choking on my coughing, "Are you okay?" I kept coughing, choking, trying to say "I can't go in to work."
I woke up, rasping, coughing at the cold air of the open window.
Day after day I think of you as soon as I wake up.
Someone has put the cries of the birds on the air like jewels.
"Short Talk on Le Bonheur d'etre Bien Aimée" --Anne Carson
2 comments:
This is quite sad. Would a dinosaur show cheer you up?
I'm pretty sure dinosaurs are the answer to everything.
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