I dreamed of an oscillating fan built to temper and tame near-feral cats. They called the fan The Cat Whisperer. What luck! For I co-habitate with near-feral cats who shit where they please, rob the birds of every song, and carve my furniture to shredded signs of true ownership. I turned on the demo unit and the fan whirred to life. I wanted to believe The Cat Whisperer would work. I wanted to tame that which the wild had first dibs. I wanted to interrupt nature so friggin’ hard.
dreams
The Case For Asking For Directions
Again with the dream
Of driving my car
Up a mountain so steep
That the wheels
Lose their grip
And we start
To slip backwards
Into the abyss
Of paths tread before
And our stomachs
They tell us
That surely we’re falling
Except we never return
Instead the car
Just keeps moving
Keeps climbing upward
Attracted by something
That shines far out of reach
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