dreams of poetry

The cat wakes me up (most delicately) in the wee hours, and when he does, if he's interrupting a dream and I write it right down, I get it in clarity and crazy detail.

Other people's dreams are boring--but not this one! It's a youtube video preview for a Black female poet's spoken-word performance.

You hear her voice-over, saying,

You act like you never asked
someone to share a secret
but only tried to steal it

The image is of her behind a chainlink fence, and with her, all around her, are papers and documents and books, and hands from the viewer's side of the fence are reaching through the fence and grabbing at those documents and trying to pull them through the fence, and in the process are tearing and shredding them.

Then the voice-over says,

Some things you want to never hear
and other things you want all of,
and I'm worried
because one way we disappear
and the other we're impoverished

Dang, subconscious--give me some of that sweet creativity in waking hours, why don't you?

Also: thank you, Jiji!

Maybe he's monitoring my dreams and waking me so I can recall the worthwhile parts.