minus one bacon.

[cadredlight]

from the office, i can see your window
through the flurries,
could be dust or ash
or even salt.

i feel close to you. a proximal curse.

bacon is missing.
a friend of rissy's was handling him, put him back, but didn't put the lid on the cage properly.

we currently have no idea where he is. i am sure he'll turn up, but if he doesn't turn up alive i'll be pretty upset.

i had a nightmare
about working
in my dream, i woke up sick,
was going to call in, until the "work people" in my dream told me how wasted i'd been in front of everyone the night before. i was sorry and upset and worried about having a job.

i found my lamp in the shower, broken.
cigarette burnholes in my shirt and skirt,
the shirt was striped.
ben and i were riding the train and i was going to be late
he was wearing a lululemon hoodie, faced with
spots of bleach
and i was smoking and

the smoke was black.
should have clued in.

there is always one detail in every dream which is the same but different.

i'm falling hard.
taking root.
and i feel the lows and want to fix them.
i want to be a safe place.