2/8/2015

for some reason I dreamt about
you last night and In the dream I saw you shirtless for the first time even though we'd loved each other for what seemed like an eternity but to married couples was nothing probably. You had a haircut and my hair was to my elbows like it hadn't been since I was about 12 and it was dyed like buckwheat. Your hair was shaved So close the barber'd almost fancied himself a lobotamist.  We lied in bed but It was usually me waiting for you to come to bed like usual. I remember I said "oh my god, I don't need anyone anymore. I was tired of the dreams. It's finally happening. You're here. I'm not living a mockery anymore." and then I woke up, and I was tilted a bit off the bed. I stood up from bed, remembered that you probably had a hit man out for me at this point. I questioned the relationship between surrealism and dreams.