During my freshman year of college, I took a class called “Art and the Dream Life,” and one of the many pieces we read was Freud’s Interpretation of Dreams. In the book, Freud says that a dream is a wish fulfillment. This was probably Freud’s biggest mistake. He pushed this idea until he just could not prove it, and it seemed absurd.
Love letters seem to be popping up everywhere lately. I’m not writing or receiving any love letters, but I was reading a Thought Catalog article about the raunchiest love letters from writers, and one of my best friends has an ex boyfriend who still writes her letters and asks her to write back to him.
So every time I’m walking with one of my friends, I notice that they have a “thing.” It’s something that they point out on the street without fail, and it makes them who they are. Let me elaborate.
boredom lies in the sun browning
until she goes to wash her face
dripping water is a promise
filling a bowl with a hole at the bottom
her bowl is never empty
but it will
never
be full
she sticks her face under the faucet
lets it drip over her eyelashes
into her nostrils
she collects it in her palms and watches it
circle the drain
she wonders where it goes
when she loses sight of it
down or maybe back
maybe it’s the same drops returning
to kiss her eyelids in the morning
or maybe it’s gone
and there will always be more
In Santa Monica I live next to a hotel. Sometimes I glance over and see people walking around in their hotel rooms. It’s not creepy because I’m not looking for them and I’m sure they are not looking to see me.
he’s chasing his tail
walking so close as to flat tire the heel of your loafers
he’s number 37154 of an infinite number of people
who aren’t looking into your eyes,
but at the reflection of themselves in your glasses
it’s liking them liking you that tries hot coals
people like him belong in a cupboard with dusty trophies
in a dark garage
people like you belong on wake boards
conquering the lake
It seems like on every holiday, people remind you that they’re still around and that they are thinking of you. Isn’t it an odd concept that on Independence Day, so many people gather together? Not really.
in a place where twigs stomp around
wishing that they were trees,
a candle at every corner silences your questions
thinking is an afterthought
numbness is a side effect
cracks in the pavement remind you of gum on a different sidewalk
and your feet in the sand are hands
hands near your hands with an evil plan
fingers that patiently tap morse code
yes oh, yes
sos
imagination is tangible
it is big spoon
in the morning it kisses your forehead before it leaves for work
Some people are thrill seekers. Some are hell raisers. Some live off of adrenaline. Some live off of caffeine. I live on good conversations.
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