had a dream about a rolodex of some sort. title it “rolodex dream”, refer to it in my head that way. document begins with “ever since the rolodex dream i’ve…”.
(poem based on a dream i’ve mostly forgotten but remember explaining to nilo in a football field)
i am hidden in exteriors
the natural circulation
reverse the movement and inhibit digestion
i am teeming with
if not, unconvincing
faster than ever
recently went to a job interview at a gallery…upon entering the gallery a woman greeted me and warmly told me to let her know if i had any questions. i asked her if she was kate – kate who i had been corresponding with via email…
the woman was not kate, she was katherine – but assured me kate was on her way. a few minutes later kate walks in. she’s wearing a metal name plate necklace … the kind rarely seen on adults but popular among teenagers.
the necklace says ‘kate’ in silver block letters. my 13 year old sister has one, it says ‘chloe’ in gold cursice.
‘kate’ and ‘chloe’ are both common names… names that sell well.
in 2001, i lived with my parents in brooklyn.
i remember the morning of 9/11 well. my parents staring at the tv, crying, picking up the phone, putting it down…flipping channels.. on the tv i saw a smoke-filled city. a plane entering a tower in slow motion, a newscaster losing composure. an overplayed clip of a woman sheltering her son behind a dumpster. suited people running down a street, inaudible screaming, audible screaming. smoke and ash rather than blood and flesh.