with me in your mouth
and suck me off
(you know i got you)
what you got?
what you want?
(what'd you say to him?)
jaguar iced-out beats
(hold your cranium)
I had a dream in which I was lying on a bed with Sterling. My head was nestled into the crook of her arm like a child. She smiled sweetly as I read aloud from one of my notebooks. I ran my finger under each word as I spoke, but at some points I found my finger pressing blank space in the middle of sentences where the words just stopped. These were places where I hadn't bothered to go on writing--where I got high or tired and my thoughts just trailed off. Lying there against Sterling, I felt a flash of embarassment before I quickly went on, making up words on the spot.
Sterling didn't seem to notice. She went on smiling; her support and admiration went through me like a sip of hot tea.
I went on improvising. The dream ended with me feeling like a failure.
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