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A Dream, A Bad One (Other) by jessicazee
A high school, Iâm in an old locker room.
I have scars on my legs that look like lilies.
A bunch if us caravan in an antique Amish-style cart to some outdoor art
fair. Dave Raaschâs brother is in a basement room having a party,
where John Grundle and Mark Tobin have been fighting for two days
straight. Mark has a black eye but he smiles when he opens the door.
Someone offers me a bottle of Heineken, which I open with a sharkâs
tooth. The beer tastes like cinnamon and lemons.
Jerral has met someone. From a distance she looks heavy, with a shaved
head, and Jerral is straddling her on a lawn chair. I run downstairs to
catch them in the act. Then she is a big black woman, and they are
sitting on my parentâs red leather couch in a swanky living room.
There is a small pile of gifts between them, and Jerral doesnât speak;
he is just gazing at her. I am outraged and very sad, and tell her to
leave. I tell her she is a beautiful woman, but I am in love with Jerral,
and he is in love with me, so just leave us alone. She disagrees and
says Jerral is in love with her now, and heâs the one who is giving
the gifts. Thereâs candy in boxes, Hello Kitty pens and notebooks,
flowers.
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