Last night I dreamed…

Last night I dreamed I was tortured
I couldn’t move as my enemies held me down
And scraped at my skin with stapes
And with clean metal nails they scratched at my skin
Like they were opening a can of soft drink
And I bled and bled and bled


I want to cook for someone, I want to send silly text messages to someone, I want the first thing I see in the morning to be a sleepy face, I want to see a pretty girl wearing one of my jackets, I want to wait on street corners for minutes that seem like hours all excited and nervous then suddenly be casual, I want to be seen through, I want to be breathless…

it must be Monday