ᵀʰᵉ ʷᵒʳˢᵗ ᵈʳᵉᵃᵐ ⁱˢ ᵗʰᵉ ᵒʳᵃⁿᵍᵉ ˢʰᵃᵖᵉˢ ⏤͟͟͞͞★
Julia Willett
They don't fit together
You force them until waking with a stomach ache
Sometimes I’m
Doing something strange
Decide to continue down the uncanny tunnel
Let the wrong person grab my hand
Spill something all over the floor
Sometimes I'm trying to show strangers
only they can't see what I have in my hands
I can't tell which one of us is wrong
If what I'm holding is real or
Sometimes I dream that I'm flying over
childhood neighborhoods from a bird's-eye view
And when I fly over yours
stars tell me everything about you
I dream that I'm in love with everyone and they're all in love with me
Until we're all upset
Talking all at once about different things
I'm stealing all the pigeons and putting them in my purse
I'm the preacher of a small Baptist church watching them sing for me
I'm drinking rainwater like a tulip
I dream my neck is wrapped in hot hands
And I want them there
Without knowing whose they are
I dream I'm awake
I drop something expensive
I dream I have to play in the NFL against my will
I dream your mom poisons me and I forgive her
I dream I have to fight
Getting bloody until we all tire out and fall asleep
Under the rainbow parachute tarp
I dream I'm late, oversleeping by 3 days
I dream I have a coughing fit while walking down a runway
I dream I have the same dream every night
Children follow me in single file
making a wish on every neon sign
We walk for hours
Julia Willett is an artist from Asheville, NC based in NYC. She writes poetry and makes portrait paintings for fun which you can find at @julia.willett_art. She will be attending NYU Tisch for their Film MFA program this fall, where she plans to write such female-centered scripts that they have to invent a male version of the Bechdel test.