what if I'm a mermaid in these jeans of yours with her name still on it
Again again the dreams of New York come. The Brooklyn Bridge looms. I'm standing beneath her, and the men are on pulleys with bricks and mortar making "reinforcements." The fourth of July is coming, you know. The tears come. I begin to walk the streets and they flow harder. I run my hands along the walls. Back in the waking world I can feel the salt water running down my face. I have special powers in this dream. I am a healer. I stretch my arms and green light flows from my robes. There is a villain, an enemy whose face I can no longer see. My mother is there, and must visit every bookstore we pass. She is living history. She carries books on old battles and wars long past. The heaviness of the destruction weighs us down. I am a river of sadness. I left her. I left her and she doesn't know me anymore. I crawled away from this city who wrapped me in her dirty swaddling clothes.
David touches my arm. "Wake up, love muffin."
I am crying.
"The love muffin parade is here. It's coming down the street. The love muffins march to the love muffin beat. Love muffins bringing love and...and so on."
I am Adriana Róze and I live in Los Angeles, California.