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 –