dvd towers

I dreamt the pope died and the son of my cousin couldn’t stop crying. I couldn’t find the words to comfort him because I didn’t understand why he was so sad. at some point I was searching for a film for dozens of children unwilling to go to bed. I knew the perfect film and had spotted a copy on the counter just moments before, but I couldn’t find it and the impatience of too many children in such a small room felt like the weight of the world as I panicked my way through dvd towers of films I’ve seen too many times. I woke in the bed of someone I miss and knew when I saw them that I was still dreaming.

when I woke to this plane it was on the couch in the lounge room. the morning sky was blue and I decided to do my laundry before the rally. I walked behind a lady with a handmade sign giving Israel gold in the genocide medal tally. before bed I listened to the voices of people I love on the phone. they tell me about their days and current chapters. I am lucky to know and be known by people so easy to love. against the pillow on the bottom bunk I am alone and still in what feels like the first time in a while. I feel the weight of my eyelids and listen to my body and the thoughts in the stream.