01.31.03 :: 2:11 pm


Last night's dream involved a trans-global journey with the boy. And we were sitting in an outdoor cafe in Paris with a million brochures and maps spread out in front of us.

Inside, we checked some bulletin board with flyers for exotic locales. We had only been in town for a day. I had been collecting boarding passes. And he said "Jakarta."

Airplanes and airplanes and airplanes. Getting as far away as we could go.

At one point, he became scared that too much flying was cause for alarm, like the next flight we were on was doomed to crash in a fiery blaze.

But I think we kept going. I remember tanned kneecaps and thighs staring up at me as I fastened my seat belt for the 114th time.


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