Sunday, December 28, 2008

she said you are as pale as a sheet, you look awful my sweet lay down and wait for the sun

I had a dream I was banished to a plantation where all we ate were fried eggs and avocado pits. I made paper cranes and fed water to the dogs. I traced cloud shapes in red dust. Rocks poked into my back while I sucked on the tips of my fingers to calm myself to sleep. I woke up with my lower back sore and a new bruise on my inner right arm that resembles a hand print.