I dreamed I was cut open from pelvis to ribs and I had dirty roots inside my body instead of organs. The dirt was dry like there was a drought and the roots were dead. I don’t know where the tree was. Or how I’d been walking around for so long. After the incisions, there were three of them, I was thrown over a waterfall.
So last night I dreamed I was on a train platform, escaping from somewhere and attempting to run to the parking lot (of the train station?) and maybe a car. There were lots of people around me and they were all running and shouting and I didn’t know anyone except for a Russian assassin named Yuri. I’m assuming he was Russian because that’s all he spoke (yes, I dreamed in Russian and no, I could not understand him, I don’t know Russian). He had some kind of high power sniper rifle on his back (I couldn’t tell what kind) and we were running through the crowd, maybe taking enemy fire, while Sarah Brightman’s “Who Wants to Live Forever” played over the station speaker system. I think he got shot or something because I woke up screaming in my head, “OMG YURI!” and we never made it to the parking lot.
morning, we woke up
and you performed
another extraordinary miracle:
the paper thin skin
taped across your shoulder blades,
your wet spine
glistened through jauntily
angled prisms thatched
to your ribcage
with flayed nerves
and slippery veins,
as you flew around the room
you said: “No. That’s not how
I woke up alone.
Copyright © 2018 by Jessica Halsey.
The first edition of this ebook was published by Jessica Halsey on April 30, 2016 and was titled RIVERKILL. This second edition has revised and updated content.
—words travel across the page in a sunset song sung softly your voice bleeds the line down a drop of ink on your tongue a stumble against the rumble strip a casualty of wandering and diesel fumes skinned haunches and shattered nose point towards the ragweed spine pokes through chewed skin defiantly the beginning of the line dresses itself in a drop of ink a hemorrhage here is the horizon bleeding down generations of sunrises and sunsets light comes up light goes down when you sing the road allocates flesh absorbs blood boneandfurfeathersscales pulverized to a fine sheen over the rumble strip and the verge the road stretches out sniffs with a dead thing’s nose gulps the sky with broken teeth—
Last night I dreamt I was staying at this really nice hotel with pink walls and enormous picture windows. I was there for work, or something business related and I had to pack up all my stuff to leave. Most of the other residents, my co-workers, had already left but I wanted to stay a few extra days. But then these blue cylindrical pods fell from the sky and inside were these slimy, reptilian/insectoid monster aliens. I started to run away and one of the aliens started chasing me but along the way it took over my ex’s body, like made a skin suit and killed the fuck out of him. Then we became best friends.
A few nights ago I had a dream I was living at my mom’s house while Mr. J was deployed somewhere inaccessible. None of the cats were there, otherwise this dream would have been more awkward than it was, so I decided to adopt a dog, I think, the dog just kinda showed up. It was a black dachshunds with really stumpy legs. Well, my mom’s house has a lot of stuff in it and the dog kept running around getting lost under things. I didn’t have a kennel or any kind of bedding for it yet, I only had a leash that was too big for it. The leash was made for something lion sized, not dachshund sized so I had no way to contain this dog. So I’m looking for it and looking for it and then I finally find it/it finally comes back to me and it has this really guilty look on its face. I ask it what’s wrong and it just starts shitting everywhere. Like, not basic, containable shit but projectile shit. I freak out and try to grab it to control where the shit goes as it’s leaving this dog and I get shit all over my hands and my wrists. Then I woke up.