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the dream version of
dad's girlfriend

doesn't sound so bizarre as the real one.

i mean, the sobby noises that come out of his
speaker phone are just

sirens, i try to explain weather
conditions. the sky is purple.

she says tornadoes, there are
five or six, rip up whole towns.

but i've never seen one actually
touch down, i tell her.

i'm thinking of asking her for some tea.
i'm picking through this bin, and she's
buying this dream tea pot from japan.

and dream zoo can shrink down sharks
and killer whales. these girls are giving antibiotics to
billy butter's brothers. one looks like a panda bear. i was going to get him, but this lady is taking him home to feed to her cobra...

so i'm living in my dad's house.
i was always a long sleeper, guess cause my mom smoked through my pregnancy.
but he kicks me out for being lazy so i drive up to the city, and

the windows in that building are still
half blown out, so it has a fitting
look of toothy deep south.

Reviews

[Sarah Hawkinson]

I really liked the flow and set up of the words. It feels more like a short story cut up in chunks. Maybe you should expand this one into a longer story, and use this as inspiration. Great work!