The Green Fence

Or images from a partially remembered dream

A reduction of convenience,
parking lot corner
there is a certain malevolence in the green fence.

I walk around.
Unbrushed teeth. I sit cross-legged.

I know I am asleep.
Still in my pajamas.

The hiccups that brought stars.
Airport flights, your corridor full of windows.

A tarmac, a heavy head.
Punched again in the face.

Sinus squeeze,
a gang in bomber jackets.

Punched again in the face.

photo by 3fold

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