Communicator, cooker, drinker, poet. Grew up in a mining town, wore a hard hat.

Thursday, May 18, 2006

i burned my face

yesterday, sleeping. the tar was soft and hot on my back. the three foot brick lip prevented the wind from interfering. i managed two pages of anaïs nin before giving up and giving in. i had a dream that my apartment was bigger, had several rooms and a chipmunk which followed me around as i worked. it slept on the crown molding in the living room. i also dreamt that i had filed my income tax and was selected as a winner by our newly elected prime minister. the chipmunk attended the ceremony, rick mercer facilitated. they gave me a funny hat with ribbons, a box of after eight chocolate mints and a talking stick. i woke up with a sunburn.