01-22-04 - 10:32
I was racing on the freeway
but it was from long ago
and more like a highway
surrounded by green
and I wasn't in a car
but on this prehistoric horse of mine
named
juaxaca
(pronounced wuh-ha-kuh)
Its nostrils were flaring and I was fearful
but also
enraptured
then I came across a man
who gave me a black widow
It was in my house
it could have bitten anyone
So I tried to stomp on it
but it jumped and jumped out of the way
and finally jumped onto my left hand and bit it several times.
I felt so guilty. I mean, everyone would be so inconvenienced. I had to go to the hospital AGAIN.
But I called a pharmacy,
and the lady came to my house in a lab coat
and told me I could just take tetracylcine and toradol
lots of toradol
and it would get better.
But it's turning black, I said
What, she said
My hand, I said
and she said don't worry about it.
I woke up at 430
in a panic
before I remembered my dream I worried that Abby was sleeping for too long
then I realized, no...
that's just the beauty of babies getting older.
They SLEEP.
