i dreamt that i facetimed you it was your birthday and your dad’s birthday too and you had trouble hearing the words ‘happy birthday’ and nine of my friends were on a couch behind me and like always you were surrounded by jungle.

i dreamt that every day for three days i sat on a balcony by the ocean and wrote it was an artist residency on the central coast and at night i asked my mother if she was ready to drive back home we were both tired but i drove a birds eye view of a map of california.

i dreamt i was with my dad and king krule. he said the best amphitheater he ever played was in hong kong. he pulled out a poem on the new york times app, it was half in spanish, he read it allowed. the poem made me cry. it was called ‘after the kiss’

i was dreaming that i took the splinter out of my foot by unfolding the skin like i was made out of a dumpling, inside my foot was beef and chives. and i refolded the dumpling.

i dreamt that i facetimed you it was your birthday and your dad’s birthday too and you had trouble hearing the words ‘happy birthday’ and nine of my friends were on a couch behind me and like always you were surrounded by jungle.

i dreamt that every day for three days i sat on a balcony by the ocean and wrote it was an artist residency on the central coast and at night i asked my mother if she was ready to drive back home we were both tired but i drove a birds eye view of a map of california.

i dreamt i was with my dad and king krule. he said the best amphitheater he ever played was in hong kong. he pulled out a poem on the new york times app, it was half in spanish, he read it allowed. the poem made me cry. it was called ‘after the kiss’

i was dreaming that i took the splinter out of my foot by unfolding the skin like i was made out of a dumpling, inside my foot was beef and chives. and i refolded the dumpling.