i dreamt a man with deep black eyes came into my cabin. his hair was long and wet. moon faced. the room stretched out and had added compartments. i told him to leave and he said i was late and that they were waiting for me. his eyes didn’t blink and he would not look a way. i awoke and a girl i know crept into the room and said those very same words.
I sat and watched a corpse turn into bones and left it there in the woods. I become what I draw. Even years later I realize, I have become something I created a long time ago.