Talking to you…8/3/23

REM Sleep

I was looking for things, of HERS. A closet that was shaped like my middle school. Family sitting, and moving around in the cafeteria. But, the only one I recognized or remembered was my grandma. She was eating,

I yelled out, You fugly bitch!

She spit her food onto the plate. Keeping her eyes uncomfortably averted, she new what I meant. I woke up, and rolled over. Speaking my truth out loud with a chuckle.

I realized this was the first dream I’ve ever had of HER as a thought floating around my head. The closest we will come, as long as I walk this earth…

Of course, it was crude and funny. A perfect yin and yang. An ode to the both of us.