[I] awoke again, disturbed
by those dreams that I have;
feeling a little less certain
about could’ves, should’ves and cant’s,
desires, nightmares, and plans,
my morals and my subjective slant,
or this distortion of the land
before me, and backward in my mind
or is it upside-down
is it softer, lighter
or maybe harder,
than what I think,
you think,
I think
is solid ground?
and is that mirage over there
something more
(or maybe less)
than what I think is at my breast?
than what I thought I knew best,
but couldn’t depict for you at all-
it’s not static, this lens,
and some days it’s not my friend,
but an in-congruent pall
the deadness of my body
tries to compensate for the life inside my head,
but these dreams go on telling vivid stories
about longing, about dread
from various collections,
none of which make for very
comfortable recollections
maybe it’s those drugs,
or maybe it’s the absence of
—
Illustration by Felipe Pinto, Fashion Design ’17
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