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Jour deux cent vingt. 220/365.

I had a dream of myself

Wearing a tuxedo and a petticoat and a tie

Eyelids painted three shades darker than the sun, I crawled

A humble androgynous ghost dancing through the night

I was not me nor myself, barely a shivering soul

I shimmied with princesses and frogs and cunning foxes

I made out with a tall wolf in sheep’s clothing

and passed out in the hallway covered in gray feathers.


I had a dream of myself free of fear

Offering my body to you and you and you and you

at will

And as I span and span and span and fell I

hit the floor, shattering my faintheartedness along with my ankle along with my disdain and my jealousy and my liver and my grand ideas about myself.


I dreamt myself so big that I would fearlessly reach for the stars

And lick them with my giant cat-like tongue

To get a taste of aquarius, of pisces, of my own gemini,

To see what I would be, if I wasn’t me.


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