i had been reading obscure new york poets, ones i rarely understand, when i fell asleep and dreamed i had moved to brooklyn, new york, where i promptly lost my car, the blue olds Dad had bought for me while i was still at Rice.
i encountered a young poet i had once known, or at least thought so, and also thought i remembered his wife with whom i had had a date; but it turned out he was married to someone else. we barely got along.
i knelt behind a seated Catholic priest who was holding a meeting and i asked some questions. then i said, "see you at mass, Father". his church, a large Gothic, was just down the road.
a child and his father helped me look for the car. as did authorities. i found the civil war monument that was near where i parked the car. then i woke up...ten minutes late for breakfast.
in the apartment furniture had been disturbed and other things. my apartment was just one room of a larger apartment, a third floor walk-up. the rest of the apartment was rented now. i had been away for a while. a door opened from my room into the building next door where i knew the people who lived there. the new occupants of my old apartment were difficult and semi-violent. i would soon have to move.
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