tightrope act
The Muse Letter No. 148
What a shit dream, I think as I wake up. A single mother of four, applying for benefits, trying to convince the case officer of my dire situation and next to me a guy I am apparently dating who for some reason keeps telling the case officer, what a terrible mother I am in order to help?
My dreams used to be adventurous and fun, often scary and movie-like but somehow over the last few months they changed and they seem to belong to an entirely different person. I used to be able to decipher them as remnants of the day, feelings not fully felt, highlighting needs that were unmet but now they’re just weird and detached from myself.
I guess I am detached from myself. I’m living on my own for the first time, I bought a coffee table that doesn’t really fit, which now has a big fat circle burned into the surface from the first time I placed a hot teapot on it. That table must have been over 70 years old, making it through time unharmed, till I purchased it. A c…