Limes
In my dreams I keep a journal of
what happens in my dreams. Awake
I am not privy to its pages, just an image
or two bobbing to the surface: a dead fish,
a treasure chest of chestnuts. It is a
difficult journal to keep because dreams
are made of something more substantial
than imagery can convey. Its pages are
light green with dark green lines. In
the dream the lines can also be limes,
because the journalist is hard of hearing.
It is difficult to write on limes,
especially if you only
have a ballpoint pen.