more dreams

she was about 10 glasses of her mortality in

and the night and day were actually the same

though i am sure she never knew that

 

sixty six pages into the story on my arm

about other skeletal beings when she bursts

into my consciousness within a dream

 

“How beautiful would you feel if all you had was the comments of others

and never the burden of a reflection?”

it was not clear who asked who so we both quickly moved to motionlessness

 

after and before this, I had

simply brought up the idea

of a sky without any hot air balloons

 

buy a bottle of grenades to throw

into your throat so they can explode

in the clouds of the overlooked storm

in your head