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I wrote this dream to address the problem.

The problem was my dreams.

I am responsible for the fantasy –

just as I knowingly paid for coffee with a counterfeit twenty.

Another friend is ‘glowing.’

‘The wind is kind.’ (She said?)

After giving up everything –

how blue the sky.

Clean hopelessness –

not getting anything from anyone else. (a lie.)

She was testing/teasing/teaching me –

like the men joking about feasting on grain-fed pigeons.

He was both fat & rich in the parable,

single-handedly keeping the patriarchy alive.

Asking & asking what to do.

She reminded me that I could write stories,

could be struck by lightning & live.