Longing for the day
When my dreams count as real life
And I remember.
Only good ones though–
Sidewalk reunions, relief.
Scattered song and dance.
I could do without
underground caves teeming with
naked mannequins.
What’s the Weirdest Thing That’s Happened to You?
I have a vague memory of sitting at the kitchen table in my childhood home and saying to my mom, “I’m weird.” “You’re not weird,”…
