Mar
30
"directions"
you are giving me directions around mason. you’re blurry in the way that you are in dreams; sometimes i can tell how curly & short your hair is, sometimes i can see your face so clearly, but only in spurts. we’re just standing on a street corner & you’re pointing out streets & waving a finger in the air to mark an imaginary compass. i think i say, “do you know you are dead?” or maybe “are you really dead?” but i don’t know what i’m saying because that’s blurry too & you just look at me for a second, unclearly, & keep showing me the way. i wake up unable to swallow & unsure of where i am.
