Queen (April)

I talked to the Queen last night. English cottage garden inside shoulder-high red-brick wall. Awake I know about the blighted North Atlantic islands, the postcolonial Raj, star-spangled superpowers, and bullish Commonwealth outposts known as Anglosphere. This is immaterial when talking to the Queen in a dream. We sipped tea from Royal Worcester. Awake the Queen’s Birthday is in June, though she herself was born in April. It’s a couple of years since I talked to the Queen. Dreams are the only place I will ever meet her. Like being in a film, only better. I forget everything we actually said.