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And All of Our Yesterdays... by Lindsay Lynch Yesterday I dreamt of dying. I was placed in the ever-ground. Released into the deep, thick coffeed soil. The roots, my second desert, gave me blackened gums, a full belly. Watching myself sink below squirming pearled maggots, I saw the world walk backwards. Y'know? Step away. Stepped away. Stepped awayed. My thimble-full of worries decayed as my arms became branches. Then I awoke in my room in the light of rush hour. And now I sit here talking to you about the grocery list, the dental appointment, haircuts, TV movies and our Christmas cards and I tell you about yesterday. I dreamt of dying. |
