I got in bed last night
Became convinced I heard his voice
Encourage me to fly
I went to sleep last night
After having flapped my arms
Humiliated
Fantastic
I woke this morning in a
Dream of mountains
I listened and he spoke again,
But from the valley
He left me starving
Delicious
Thinking I had missed the point
I took off to the beach
Hoping to get wet
No, hoping to swim —
No, hoping to become a fish, he said
And left me there
Happy
Patient
The Replanted Writer 