I'm sure your unconscious is just like mine
Like streets
faces and stones lined up
cobbled and dappled between light
with a muted glow from the countryside
the windy meadows ripple
no real, permanent people
buildings with leaky foundations
distant swing sets
back and forth
one swoop per second
someone familiar is there
or at least warm parts of him
kicking up flowers
dandelion seeds in the faulty air
the smells come
lavender grandma's perfume
tortillas tried by my white mother
snippets of sweaty new green when my father mows the lawn
one day inside that grass
tall when you lay down
teasing childhood
gives way like sand
or hardened rain through the fingers
a place like this gives reasons to float
practical reasons
I need to
because I have to see something
my house
Trip over an instant
where I scrape a knee with salty blood
make out the patterns between bits of gravel
brush my friend's blonde hair
how long will my baby brother's shape stay
after I lift him from the pillow
my knees shaking!
this is New York
right up the subway stairs
a silent ditch of autumn leaves
Let me stay here (in a good way) seems sinister,
but sometimes I sleep so long
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