gardening

Last night
I had a dream
that I was kneel­ing down gar­den­ing
in my back yard and some peo­ple were stand­ing be­hind me and one of them asked me if I was ever hav­ing kids, and I said, “Nope.”

When I stood up
and turned around
they were all Nazis and they start­ed ha­rass­ing and sham­ing me about my an­swer so I be­gan cussing them out and beat­ing them with my trow­el. Then I pushed them down and made them eat dirt.

I walked
in­side my house
through the slid­ing glass door and once I closed the door, every­thing was com­plete­ly dif­fer­ent out­side and they were gone.

I don’t put much stock in dreams but I think that one def­i­nite­ly had some­thing go­ing on.
 
 

—emi­ly duchaine

Flom­mist Emi­ly Duchaine lives in the Pa­cif­ic North­west. She likes to drink mead, learn about sharks, and lis­ten to the Talk­ing Heads. She pre­tends to be a pro­fes­sion­al busi­ness­woman most days. Copy­right © 2017 Emi­ly Duchaine.

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