I closed my eyes because I was sick of the world
and opened them
and it hurt to see
the frame of a mirror
so closed them again
and wished to become a barnacle sticking onto the back of a pickup truck heading out.
Or if it delivered oysters
I could have been stuck to one of the broken shells in the bed.
We turned sideways and there was a one-dimensional darkness
and I was on the grass in another place.
The first things I notice are many streaks in the sky. The birds are very hot. So hot that
their bodies and breath leave misty trails everywhere they just were. A flock of
swallows over a pond can create a patch of fog.
What if there was nothing to take care of, for example, your teeth.
We had dreams of stimulation in the Authentic Living City.