Dream #56

I dreamt that you and I were on a train through India. You got frustrated with my indecision and left me to myself. When I found you, you were taking coke with another man, and the sexuality in his car was thick as fog. We got off the train and pushed through the busy market filled with vendors, you pursuing me past the bicycles and spices. The market ended in train tracks, and a vendor with a bird in a cage. I was struck dumb by the bird. I saw myself in the bird in the cage. He was tapping out his own rhythm in the heart of the busy market. He seemed happy in his cage, tapping out a rhythm. You arrived to see me staring at the bird. You understood everything, rolled your eyes, and tipped the vendor. We got on the train.

That's our love. I'm just trying to tap out my own rhythm, and you are the cage.





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