Friday, March 9, 2012


Last night I had a dream that I was on an airplane, sitting in economy class, writing a poem on an airsickness bag. I was leaning over it practically laying on my tray table to hide the poem from the man sitting next to me because he kept trying to see it. Here's the poem:

When my spirit
animal comes for me
he will have the body
of a seal
and the voice
of Seal

I'm chalking this one up to being really sick right now and getting lots and lots of sleep last night. Maybe too much sleep.

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