this snake is real or happy sunday imaginary constructs
she woke me at three am to warn me about something, i couldn't figure out what. later i realized, the old man had gotten up extra early to fire up the smoker. night walkers and fire. warn and warning
trying to figure how to heat and inflate crushed plastic water bottles inside a mold to make heads and feet of animals. seamed and lined and irregularly crystaline inside with unexpanded material but still translucent. like a tight paperwad slightly loosened with water but plastic and heat. i can picture it but it's outside my usual, and i can't figure where to start
she saw a black cat out the window and nearly busted out the screen with hollering. i had to go outside and push it back in with tack nails
there's not an english word for epiphany that describes a manifestation of devils rather than dogs. i keep thinking of books i want to check. books i lost from the before times. i've been forced to turn to other languages
the crows are outside demanding more fruit. the new mulch is sending up mushrooms all over. the coffee is cold
i've foraged enough beads to make a new witches ladder
last night i dreamt of one of my old cats, dead for decades. he looked into my eyes for a long time the he ate his way through the glass of my bedroom window and left
i dreamt that i was being prepared for surgery and the last person i saw was faceless from the before times and then i woke up
i want pilfered oheedee credentials but i don't want to visit walled city to get them
i want a back porch haircut from a girl but i don't want to ask for it
manifestations of my familiar or knotty nicked muddle
seventh spring
i used to dream that i had insomnia. finding out that was a real thing changed how i slept almost immediately, but only much later did i realize how much it had changed the way i thought about existing in the world
the night before last, i dreamt that i was in a giant library of objects, clean, and well organized on giant shelves. i made a fort out of dozens of tents, assembled and piled on top of each other, and i felt safe there. as i explored the library further, i found shelves and shelves of clean empty glasses. i also found other people. i showed a few of them how to drink beer out of boot shaped glasses from the shelves. they all suddenly wanted to try it at once. the shelves collapsed from the weight of all the people grabbing at every glass boot they could find. glasses shattered. fires broke out. i woke up
there were too many clouds to see the eclipse here
yesterday, i made good food. i found a new song i liked. i finished a small project that i had been working on for some time. i washed my sheets and towels
last night, i dreamt that i had a job as a night watchmen. we started finding bundles of cash on the edges of the property by the fence, in gutters, half under the dumpsters, the places where discarded trash accumulates. everyone was pleased but somehow not excited, like they had seen this before. eventually the effort of gathering all the bundles of cash and carrying them away became to much for me. i just left them where they were, and i woke up
