“It has been my aim to express myself clumsily”
I am in a department store in London, my aunt and uncle and grandmother are around me, I am on my back and screaming, I scream three times
before this, in the dream, I witnessed my friend Carlos get into a fight, someone approached him in the street while we were talking and began threatening him, Carlos in self-defense or out of fear stabbed the man in the neck, blood suddenly everywhere, on my clothes even though I wasn’t directly involved in the fight
the police arrive, but I don’t remember what happened then.
I have work forthcoming in Redivider and > kill author. I also have a short, journalistic-style essay in the most recent issue of American Book Review.
In the coffeeshop I am in right now there are pictures signed “Thomas Kinkade” but I do not think that they are by Thomas Kinkade.
