I dreamt I slept under your bed and listened.

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I dreamt I my belly filled with precious stones. 
I dreamt I birthed the stones

me watching you roll in a milk bath, a mud bath saying what's it matter i will die, what's it matter, i will die

I come to listen not to lead

I feel asleep to try and connect to you in dream.  But you weren't there. Well, maybe somewhere over my head above me - though we both lie on our backs on the same plane.

Later dreams of lavish, ship wreck, salt sea stones, red water. 

You wrote a letter - should I keep the dog, should I leave it where it belongs.  Displaced pack animals -fated domestics.

invasive // learning to use fire

almost endless stairs
lead to a blade of a building where
the bells are set to ring
deafeningly.
to bleed their brains.
at the right hour
i am captured
a roped whore swinging
in the air
held up and onto freying hemp
tied to the weapon

what pieces of me
remember the city before?
fill my hands with cherries
and hide the bone powder bags
try and set fire 

to those who set fires

held by a string

dreamt they zap trapped me, draped me in parachute wings and sent me up in the air a tethered phoenix

body wires

An older dream, in iceland, in prehistoric, or maybe just nonhistoric times

The land was rougher than I thought.  Large mammals. Flying preditors. I seek refuge in a community I find in concrete baracade

I tell them too much too soon. They want to replace my veins with wires. They want to take my head.

a building in the sky above the clouds. Headless men in white.coveralls stagger through the winding balconies and down the halls.

They've been watching me for years. People with heads can see me and call to announce my presence.

Please show me to the perimeter. So I can jump off the edge and make my way down to the city.

They show me a room where they will torture me for arriving, they knew I'd come. I stand in the threshold, shaking my head, then step back and dart through the wall to right. But I don't go any farther.  A no headed dog, who is only solo cups and bones walks up the stairs.  I lay hands on her fur and fill her out.  Make her healthy again, give her a head.  Two pups emerge and the people with heads take me back inside.  This time kinder.

They show me a one strap, cream shoulder sackbag containing my dreams written on a white pad with blue border and orange and white candles.