Woke up from a dream on
January 13, dream was erotic
(Can’t remember what was in it). I think
my sister was a sea-faring dog, just on the verge
of passing away. I had to plan the funeral,
and at the same time cook dinner, and also
be the midwife in the birth of a child.
We delivered a girl as old
as the lights on the dock.
Anyway, I lost balance, slipping,
still waking up inside of a wave.
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