i usually tell brian my dreams.
he turns my words into poetry
like a magician turns a handkerchief
into a fuzzy white bunny or a pigeon.
today i told wahdoun my dream
about how i was diagnosed with "slight hiv"you are such a vivid dreamer, he said.
only to be told by my huzbee that
if i had hiv then wouldn't he also have it?
he assured me that my hiv was in no way
related to the devastation of aids
and that what i had was completely curable.
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I think in your dream HIV stands for "Hyper-Imaginative Vividness'.
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Katy, quit dominating the poetry scene like an iron-handed pimp.
but you like it, riko, my boy... you like it so much.
But Katy lately you haven't been telling me your dreams. And Ash has it right.
i know brian, i haven't been telling you my dreams. i haven't really been telling you anything though... 'cause we've not been online simultaniously. what with you having a lady friend now, and ryan and i having had guests and ... excuses excuses.
so the dream i had last night... i had a fro, but a cool one, with blond-ish highlights. but that wasn't what the dream was about. my best friend danielle had a baby, like a big scary one, and it made her happy and sad at the same time. we went to a camp ground where they were giving a single-mom's clinic thing, i went with her, and our not-friend-anymore maggie was there and maggie had the same hair as me, and had a baby too. we talked, and maggie hadn't changed a bit other than her hair, and i was really dissapointed in her because she hadn't changed.
i dreamt this on her birthday, march 31st. i wanted to call her, but she wouldn't have answered her phone anyway, and i don't even know if she's in the states any more...
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