Sunday 25 February 2018

Small (February)

In my dream Melania has grown to twenty foot tall. Her expression remains conventional expressionless. Either she’s Alice in Wonderland, or it’s me. It must be me. Her husband’s the height of Melania’s shoe. He yells loudly the whole time but all that’s heard is a squeak. He’s really small. Melania asks is this February? She’s grown as tall as the Empire State Building. Soon she will be a rocket to Mars. When she reclines she’s the Mexican wall. Melania’s husband gets smaller. He’s a bullet without a thought. He’s an atom splitting over the Korean Peninsula, a Microsoft microdot.

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