wednesday 12 august 02009 5:23pm
letter from chaya, 2 days after the knife

in my dream this morning, you were turning cartwheels. your incisions came open as you inverted, and a bright white light shone out of them. when you were back upright, you giggled and then gently pulled your skin back into place and the incisions knitted themselves back into place. you did this over and over, giggling every time you had to put yourself back together. someone else in the room found the whole process disturbing, so you decided to ease their distress by putting a large white bandage over your abdomen that had a generic label on it in black helvetica bold which said "bandage." you found this profoundly hilarious.

i love you.

chaya