**it's raining blood**

spent tonight soothing my soul with the gypsy goddess, after having car windshield cracked by a stone thrown by a passing tractor trailer.

que deviens tu maintenant?

a cavil of wild deer



the bleeding heart of the arctic



a midnight snack



the sun



précieuses

only not this silence

familiar Fishes

We were near the ocean with my sister and mom, and we were picking out fishes from the sushi menu. We were talking about this shirt that was made out of thin rope and beads, shaped like a barrel with straps. As we were talking about this, the dream turned into your dream, and in it you were a child playing with muppet-ish characters. You wanted to leave them and come with us, so finally you realized that you were dreaming and you could, and that's when I woke up.

Hello I am a cake of soap
dissolving in a warm bath

A train with no windows and no doors
a lover with no eyes for his mask
---inside is the speed of life.


james tate

1298 2nd ave e

I woke up from dreaming about puppets, and fancy dresses. Then we rode the train together.

I have left the land of the old people and white babies for the sanctity and diversity of

NYPL.

slithy and fumious

in other news, my cousin and i continue relating to each other in our sleep. she just turned 13. i slept in her bottom bunk a few nights ago and awoke in the dark from a terrifying place where hellfire was coming out of a bench and i could hardly hold it down. later i woke up to k having her own nightmare. last time we shared a bed and both of us had dreams about snakes. kind of eery.

riddles carried by greyhounds with golden bells

maybe i dreamed of you because i was reading the bible the other day.

e for esther. e for eli. unlikely.