last night i had dreams about slavery and raspberries the size of balloons.  i was in a wheelchair in a bookstore, and two guys accosted me in the restroom and demanded that i translate beloved from complicated to simple.

today during drama class, i tore off a small piece of notebook paper, rolled it up, and slipped it inside the clear plastic of my ballpoint pen.  on it i had written “i am a rock. i am an island.”

i have the hiccups.