Published: 12 September 2025

My dream

I dreamt I was an actor.
I was sitting with a few other actors,
chatting enjoying their company.
One of the women made a point
of telling me she was married,
flashing her wedding ring.
I realized she thought I
was hitting on her, which I wasn’t.
We finished our conversation, we
all said “see you again, I hope!”
I realized I’d left my jacket
hanging over a chair where I had been
before. I jumped on a bicycle I had
and rode as fast as I could to get
my jacket back. I realized I had no idea
where I had left it. Bit I remembered
a large oval roundabout. I was riding against
traffic, cars whizzing by me. No one honking
but all driving very fast. I thought,
“I’ll stop and get some food from that
fast food stall I like,” but when I arrived
it was covered in a blue tarpaulin. I felt
incredibly disappointed, no food, no jacket.
Then I realized I was wearing a jacket,
a brown one. I must have picked it up somewhere.
My first thought was, “my jacket was a beautiful
teal green and this jacket is brown.” Then I thought
“At least it’s a jacket.”

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First, disregard the word shimmer.
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shunner, slimmer, suddenly slum
slam, slammer summer. It will not
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oh to be hated

to inspire such a feeling within someone
I must really get under your skin
to think about someone, a lot
whether to know what to do, or not
if anything special will be required
yesterday, I was no one, but today I‘m
someone, because I was chosen by you

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Leaving the subway station,
the tile floor is bandaged
with hundreds of magazine covers
all featuring Britney Spears,

not enough glue

all the glue on earth
is not enough to hold
this broken heart together
all the brains on earth
are not enough to disprove

My life as snow

I wanted to be electricity,
but I became snow instead.
No medium of communication,
a medium of coruscation.
I lie bright, unblinking in the sun,

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oh to be hated

oh to be hated

to inspire such a feeling within someone
I must really get under your skin
to think about someone, a lot
whether to know what to do, or not
if anything special will be required
yesterday, I was no one, but today I‘m
someone, because I was chosen by you

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