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Dream Log: December 30, 1999
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jessicapierce
Fri Dec 31 1999 at 6:40:43
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Dad had died and a man came to appraise the
coupons
. A square tin full of
nutmeats
. The papers
disappeared
under
the sweep of his hand
.
The cats didn't like him.
I was the girl from
Crooked
. It was
Amos
's idea to hide the homeless
in the basement
- keep them silent as if hiding them from the
Holocaust
instead of just from
my father
. I put my foot on the vent in the bathroom, thinking how warm it would be in the basement. I could feel the
warm air
through my sock.
My mother stood at the top of the stairs looking down.
Is that what your father told you?
Yes, I said, sticking a
needle
into a
spool of thread
. Someone had spilled water into the sewing basket and I felt the damp cloth lining.
I lunged forward to grab the baby and tip him
upside down
,
to make him laugh
.
I was embarrassed when everyone in the room fell silent
- it may have been a funeral, everything was
somber
, it was not a room to make babies laugh in.
I knew I hadn't served myself correctly, had managed to mangle the appearance of the whole dish, and would be silently ridiculed.
Noah said,
want to go to
Wisconsin
?
and I said yes without thinking of consequences. The car made me sick. Once there, I was worried about disappearing without telling work I would be
gone
. I was sure I would come home to no job.
Someone was tipping up my chin.
You get your
paleness
from your mother.
Picking up
reese's peanut butter cups
in the backyard, with the others. They were disgusted, throwing them away, but I slipped mine into the pockets of
my green sweatshirt
,
greedily
, for later. The foil was cold from being on the ground.
With a magic pencil I could trim myself away. But I knew I would always be
gargantuan
.
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