I had a dream about you. The Thursdays were back and with them they brought hope. They were selling and everybody was buying. I tried telling the people they shouldnt buy because if they just wait 24 hours the product would be free. What the Thursdays sold was both priceless and worthless depending on when you acquired it.
I paid the taxi driver got out with my suitcase surveyed my surroundings and just as I was turning to ask the driver something or get back into the taxi and return forthwith to Chilln and then to Santiago it sped off without warning as if the somewhat ominous solitude of the place had unleashed atavistic fears in the drivers mind. For a moment I too was afraid. I must have been a sorry sight standing there helplessly with my suitcase from the seminary holding a copy of Farewells Anthology in one hand. Some birds flew out from behind a clump of trees. They seemed to be screaming the name of that forsaken village Querqun but they also seemed to be enquiring who quin quin quin. I said a hasty prayer and headed for a wooden bench there to recover a composure more in keeping with what I was or what at the time I considered myself to be. Our Lady do not abandon your servant I murmured while the black birds about twenty-five centimetres in length cried quin quin quin. Our Lady of Lourdes do not abandon your poor priest I murmured while other birds about ten centimetres long brown in colour or brownish rather with white breasts called out but not as loudly quin quin quin Our Lady of Suffering Our Lady of Insight Our Lady of Poetry do not leave your devoted subject at the mercy of the elements I murmured while several tiny birds magenta black fuchsia yellow and blue in colour wailed quin quin quin at which point a cold wind sprang up suddenly chilling me to the bone.
I had a dream about you. We were comparing scars. All of yours were on your body while all of my scars were on the bodies of people Ive known throughout my life. Its true Im unscathed which is also why Im alone.
I think about this not like someone thinking but like someone breathingAnd I look at flowers and I smile...I dont know if they understand meOr if I understand themBut I know the truth is in them and in meAnd in our common divinityOf letting ourselves go and live on the EarthAnd carrying us in our arms through the contented SeasonsAnd letting the wind sing us to sleepAnd not have dreams in our sleep.
He leans in resting his weathered hand on the bed. Treat all the bad things like dreams Kenzie. That way no matter how scary or dark they get you just have to survive until you wake up.
I had a dream about you. You were a sunscreen salesperson and you approached me and said Would you like to buy some sunscreen I looked at you like you were a curious insect as I replied No thanks. Im still standing in my fathers shadow.