Today I am off-kilter, floppy, not totally here, not totally there. The world seems unreal, I woke up a stranger to myself. Last night, I dreamt I was married to a German man who went out and bought me twin blond eight-year boys when I told him I wanted kids. We lived in a very white apartment, stark and empty. I sat in his lap and brushed his blond hair with my hand and told him I thought we would talk things over, I didn’t expect him to buy me boys on a whim. He didn’t understand why I was protesting, his impatience frightened me and I told him we would make do. What does that mean? Make do* of two stolen children, what an odd thing for me to say.
*made a small correction. Changed DUE to DO. Who knew? Wow and I call myself an English graduate. I think someone is revoking my card-carrying status somewhere. Thanks for pointing out the oversight. Keen eyes are always appreciated.
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