#sometimes dreams

[hersurvival]

We share our sickness -

Inexplicable bouts of nausea

From complicated emotions.

It crosses borders and reason.

A sense of dread

Keeps us connected, bonded.

Until one of us throws up.

Always asking, how are you?

Always warning, I'm sick.

Last night you spit blood in the sink

And I have yet to calm my stomach.

I wonder if all day you've hurt

Or if this time the feeling is my fault.

[fieriframes]

[I'M GONNA HAVE MY OWN RESTAURANT." AND AH, HERE IT IS. SOMETIMES DREAMS DO COME TRUE, AND IN '96, OMAR AND HIS WIFE]