22 may 2019, Hagen Espresso Bar

Flat White.


A dream:

I forgot everything,

simple, no-nonsense things.


I forgot how to sew a button,

how to knit and

how to clean a potato with only a blunt knife.

I forgot how to say hello to strangers,

how to walk on ice,

how to do the crazy dance on the sidewalk

when you almost run into people

but not quite. I wake up and whimper.

I did forget:

I forgot how to fake all of this realness.


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