“yew bittr cahm tew me”
I said it with so much emotion
Anger and hope-and-fear-and-tears
I had a speech impediment
When I was having a bad time
My friend had a dream
And in it I was a tough person
Not like a strongman competition
But like survival and perseverance
Not like Dr. Phil but more like Jamie Lee Curtis in Halloween
But this strength was more real because it was mine.
And I know she wouldn’t lie to make me feel good
I could hear her voice and she was haunted
And that was a lot from someone I’ve only met once.
That same night I dreamt I put a gun in my mouth
(not that I even know where to get a gun)
(not that I believe dreams mean anything)
But that’s been hard to forget mostly because I thought it was impossible to die in dreams.
I’ve had some trouble swallowing food since.
The History Channel says it could be a bad day for human kind
So I avoid the cracks in the sidewalk.
The Weather Channel says it could be a bad day for kayaking
So we rent movies.
The Discovery Channel says there are more stars in the universe
than every grain of sand, in every ocean, beach, desert and playground on planet earth.
So she looked out the sunroof and said “ever notice the space between the stars?”