I dreamed about ghosts, that I was a ghost,

I and a friend,

and two beautiful women, two children

two labradors, a black and a yellow;

in a shoe-store, in a mall, maybe, briefly

asking what do you see, and why do i see this,

hugging the children, stroking the dogs' soft ears

somebody murmuring send in the ghosts -

a child crying, flicked at a light switch

i hate this - sitting back on a couch -

i hate this control - pain in my intestines,

warm skin on my right arm, i hate this -

i hate –