You burn me and go back to sleep.
I squat, naked from the waist down,
Splashing water on myself.
Using a baby bottle like a cup.
A dead fuse.
A disappointment.
Those aren't firecrackers.
It's just the pipes.
I fell asleep with a case of scopophilia- which I had just learned means the overwhelming desire to look. Seattle lay in the haze of the horizon. I need just wait. The amount of books packed in my carry on, ridiculous, yet nothing but enlightening. I was time travelling alone, for an extended trip, with a new identity. The glow of the sun began it's blazing ascent, first touching the clouds, then the wing outside my window, and finally resting on my sleeping neighbor's face. Through the crack in the window clouds fluttered near me, if only they could touch my face. I cried. Silently. As if baptized in my own tears, a new day began. With great welcome Emily Dickinson whispered into my ear ..... " To make a prairie it takes a clover and one bee, one clover, and one bee, and revery. The revery alone will do, if bees are few." And so I learned the theme of my trip. REVERIE : a daydream, a delirium, th...
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