a dream
people have asked me what i could do if reality was bendable, easily mainpulated, like the clothes we wear or the attitude we express...i'd want to take my broom to the moon....sweep away the dust in an area...a radius of about 12 feet by 12 feet. i'd grow us a garden there of mint leaves and apple trees and i'd lie under that tree with her, point at the different continents from our own private view and laugh so hard my tears would evaporate and create a dew like moisture on the moon and we'd start our own civilization born of my jovial contempt for where we're from and how it limits us and our ambitions.