tears of the mannequin 2008. 


change of shirt because the boston bottanical looks like weed to 
suspicious children. all caregivers are suspect.


my dream that i am on the edges whose memory is indistinct.


trying to remember last night's dream. this could have been a nightmare 
trick but i recall thinking to myself in the dream that i ought to write 
down the dream and turn it into a story. the nightmare trick lures the 
waking into its memories. in the care of sleep all thought is suspect. 
nightmare bleeds into the day's hours. it takes from the mundane daytime 
thoughts and arranges them to create a gateway to the nightmare. 
all caregivers lie but i trust dreams less. if i met a clone of myself i 
would beat myself with a blunt object to avoid touching myself. then i 
would nurse myself back to health. 


as a child i sang along with 


actually, i'm doing quite well, just writing mourning sickness. i feel 
good now.