Bland as Fuck

Mistaken, Recalibrated
Nightmares since the Coup

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I woke up crying

I was having a dream where I was talking to an Asian American man,
I don't remember what it was about.
I can recall it was lighthearted and fun and there were a few others I turned to in the conversation. And then after that it was like a triangle forming away from him, as if he was the tip.

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Then they started to disappear and fade.
I was sad,
confused,
devastated
and finally understood what was happening

That man's voice was no longer heard, our conversation was just taken.
The space it occupied
Recalibrates
And
mistaken

It wasn't a particularly intense conversation or a passionate one.
The sun was out
And we were sharing thoughts
As joyful strangers in the city tend to do
Casual impromptu conversations
Follows the whimsical