dream, something, something, lost, found
trailer park, somewhere, shells, feathers, cigarette butts
thing thing lost
getting to mom, find my way there, to her
but not mom, not there
get a ride, get there, walk in to see her
the man, oh by the way, mom, this is Newt.
holy holy hell. Newt Gingrich did me a solid in a dream.
* ? *
I slept maybe four hours all night; interrupted, fitful sleep
that’s my dream?
that’s my dream.
another place to consider whether or not in fact there might
about
before we buried my father's ashes, his wife told us that we might want to bury something along with the wooden box. people appeared to be considering this seriously.
hmm, I thought. hmm.
on the back of one of my business cards i wrote there might be cake.
on the one hand, this is ludicrous. i don’t even know how much my father liked cake. i don’t think he had a belief in an afterlife, and yet it seemed important, just in case. to send him off with a note of something hopeful. a good maybe.
now, months later, he's still dead and I still wonder.
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