" I put a dead bird into a nest I made and bugs crawled on it and flies ate its eyes. The next day I fell asleep in a cemetery! I was lying there looking at the graves with my ear to the ground when bugs started crawling on me and I imagined I was the bird from yesterday. I waited for flies to eat my eyes and then I fell asleep. I dreamed about white doorways and a limestone angel, kneeling and praying I think, with its eyes closed---Oh wait. No, sorry they're open. Just looking down."
xoxox
Kennedy