the moments before my brother’s surprise birthday party, ironing my abdomen to make labor quicker, spending an hour smelling every possible scent of incense yet just not enjoying the fruit-scented ones, entertaining the guys from Creed while waiting for my brother to arrive, having a nerves-of-steel contest with the cast of “homicide” over who could leave the pack of cigarettes in the middle of the table - since we were all quitting at the same time, Creed wrapping paper, giving birth in the middle of the party to a girl with hair the color and feel of crimson shag carpet, calling scott stapp in florida the next day so he could name the baby, wanting to smoke a joint but not being able to find the requisite “serum” you take beforehand, climbing from the attic window onto a tree limb to get out of the house

Since this is what I’m dreaming (in one night), I’m almost happy that I can’t sleep anymore.

Crack couldn’t create a weirder dream,
michelle