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.
I think in your dream HIV stands for "Hyper-Imaginative Vividness'.
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ReplyDeleteKaty, quit dominating the poetry scene like an iron-handed pimp.
ReplyDeletebut 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.
ReplyDeletei 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.
ReplyDeleteso 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...