I’m trying to download a tree
Wake up with a slight case of nausea
in my neck. Walk down four flights
for the best coffee known to man,
so as the rain pours the nausea turns into a
heartache which slowly dissipates under
a good book. “It wasn’t supposed to rain
today,” says the apple tree in Rodney’s
back yard. Darren dreamed he was
swimming in the bay and got bombed
and died. The tree dies, becomes a
jigsaw puzzle with an image from
the dream. If I live, I will want to
remember this moment.
