I watched a young man sleeping on a train. & I wasn't wondering what he was dreaming, instead I just imagined what he looks like having sex. I practiced my french and minded my manners.
A city of smog & music & mystery & everyone together, but not really. I watched a man jump from a building to his death & now the building doesn't seem so high. That night I woke up from a dream laughing & I tried to explain to him that it really wasn't that funny.
I made a kite by tying a paper bag to a string. & when the wind picked up I let go. Even as it drifted away it wasn't free. Toujours! Toujours! I try to stay awake forever but I end up hating myself in the morning.
I dreamt of sunshine & seashores & trails of pearls. Woke up not clammy or anxious for once. I found some hidden treasures, they are my sparkly shiny secrets. I've not been able to cry in days even though I am sad. His skin was cold & I was too young to be his rain forest. Will I have to say goodbye soon?
A pitter pat in her ballet flat- she licked her lips like a tiger striped cat. She loved everything & because of this she was never free.
None of this will make sense.
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