this is a selection from my dream journal — lines written fresh upon awakening,  a few mornings here and there in november. i follow the general orthography of the pages, a scan of one below

I. running water/ thicket in boston brush/ rocks

parting and contouring the flow

 skipping across with myself / travelers from amsterdam

plastic between my two bottom front teeth.

wedged into my gums. they have been

sore as of late

mani and kay meeting and sharing pronouns.

this bought warmth to my heart

 

the nuances of language

the hands of robert’s wife — nails orange-pearl

hue. running water / tembla tierra / expression

 

dreams of ex. faint

and i playing in each others femininity.

legs open, my hand on her throbbing sweet spot and

hers on mine.

 

a deeper dive into antiquity

water scrying / espejos de mágica

i want to shapeshift

 

land just above sea level

red sky at night/sailor’s delight

red sky at morning — sailors take warning

 

fui a cuba luego de leer la historia de ASSATA

SHAKUR; sentí las palabras de la ciencia MARXISTA entrar en mi sistema nervioso. después de la primera guerra de mi vida

 

smoking a joint on the park/vista interchange in

california. feeling calmed/anxiety about my

homework y tareas evaporating

taqueria chiapas guatemala

coworker in the lobby. his presence i register as i cop. i turn around

an aimless harmless valet. i awake into the daze/ of my life

San Martin DePorres, Laurel Lane

connection to broomsticks told during misa

murray’s hair pomade

poro beauty college

 

II. how i create / collapse time

i am the result of many bloods. i had to make a cake for history

naciones / épocas

chocolate inside out-upside down bundt

a 300-year old recipe

the information came only in the making

III. rainy blue hugh taylor birch parking lot

where is my sister?

broomstick carried through halls / around corners

cousin with us toward king’s island

RAINY begonias azealias and other things to my right

i zoom so fast. carolian floridian thicket. i hit pine trees. fast/down

a hill into something dark – a portal

dark fleshy meshy

i decide to turn back

civilization awaits