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.