Dreams of the past two days.

July 10, 2013

Actors dressed as animals
Washing their dishes in a sink that could electrocute me and doing it anyway to prove that I would.
Frankenstein monsters forcing us to be their wives
We shoot them and light them on fire but they’re still alive.
Watching people in matching pale green dresses throw bombs at buses and trains
And then the bombers who remained alive closed their eyes of their fallen comrades.
Sitting with a boy I know in a rehearsal studio that is like the ones I know but somehow slightly different, I think the walls were whiter
Stroking his hair.

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