Thirty: Please

I dreamt
of a
magic carpet
that flew me
to all the corners
of my mind
and
there were more,
many more than four
but I saw them
all,
one night,
a thousand corners
and
sometimes it was
secret kisses
and
sometimes it was
naughty
and
sometimes it was
wall stares
and sometimes it was
shit, I don’t know anybody here, someone come talk to me please
prayers.

Then the carpet
melted into my
pea-green sheets
and
it turns out
it was just
my bed
(but I still don’t know anybody here, someone come talk to me.
Please.)

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Alexia

I drink, I laugh, I smoke, I write.

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