Dream Titles for Future Drawings

The army of clones
carry scythes

You don't deserve folds

Your voice is
left in the walls

We don't do lunch here

You're in the ice
I'm on the plane

There are wolves
and fish at the door

My blue brooch broke
we talk architecture

The cliff
has split in half

The others steal our
potatoes

A flock of horses
some gazelles
clothes they mistake
for skin

We say goodbye
you leave in a canoe

The blue bird
with teeth

Drawing for a bird