Dream 2

Last night I dreamed that you were making mittens out of the ashes of dead animals.

At first the killing was for art, then you started displaying the tiny corpses. I thought this was a bit strange.

You built the most beautiful ash sculpture in the world. You kept it hidden, so that it wouldn't blow over. I looked again and you had broken it apart. By breaking it you wee ensuring that you wouldn't have to carry it around anymore.

I'm smarter now than I was in this picture.

Had I been this woman then, I would have done it differently. I would have spent long nights talking instead of short ones stumbling. I'd have payed more attention to curves and less to the prickly stubble. I would have made the most of my meal card and put milk in my coffee. I would have taken small hands instead of double shots and I would have kept every secret you told me.