In my dream I dreamed a poem. This happens a lot to me, because I spend too much time thinking about writing in my waking hours, and then when I sleep, it transfers to my sleep. The problem is that usually, I forget to write down the poems from my dreams. But I remembered to write this one down immediately. You have to write them down immediately, or all is fucked.
…It’s not my favorite poem; it’s about a mouse. The next night, I had an amazing dream, with an amazing poem, that was all about life, and deep thoughts, and it solved everything, everything, everything. But I didn’t write it down right away. And so we’re left with this mouse poem. The moral? Always write down everything…
And below this is an alternate mouse drawing. I was a little worried that this one looked too much like a hamster; that worried me; but still, he’s cute.
*Also, here’s my transliteration of the poem, due to my shitty handwriting:
‘Can you abandon a mouse?
The kitchen says no
and the leaves of the recipe books.
Nothing so joyous as the sound
of teeth munching through pages.’
So; there you go. You are welcome.