for a year i dreamt intimacy between myself and consequential strangers (those on the periphery). when i woke from these dreams, it was as if they had really happened, and to some extent my heart broke every time. i carry it with me. that feeling that in another world you know them. there in that house.
oneiric house is a book of fifteen poems, shorts, and experimental words by Kalaija Mallery (2017).
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