I dreampt I walked past Art’s house
and a haggle tooth crackedhead artist lived
there, we walked past a window to see
a huge collection of graffiti style
paintings on the wall and him half
leaning out. I was with another
person but I don’t know who it was,
I felt their presence as a
lack of being alone. And we
walked all over Dayton together.
Maybe it was one of my imaginary
friends.

¶ 5:33 AM