I thought harkening in 2009 would lift the somber cloud of 2008, but it didn't. As I bow my head and feel the weight of my eyelids puffy with old tears I softly wonder why. Why after all these years is my heart still being battered into a pulpy mess?
I didn't write on the first because I was too busy rehearsing the end of an era and couldn't recollect my dreams anyway.
Last night my inconsiderate upstairs neighbor rattled his chains until day break. Needless to say, sleeping was difficult and interrupted. I dreamt of gay men having dinner with my horrible neighbor and discussing possible episodes with Vanna White and I also dreamt of running down aisles of apricots, stinky cheeses and yogurt. None of it made sense; even to the strange dream oracle inside me.
This year is starting off on the wrong foot and it is in a pile of dog excrement as tall as my knee caps. Please send help.
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