9 dreams
I feel as though I’ve dreamed / something terrible, but I don’t remember / what.
Illustration by Kat Morgan for Marina Ruiz Rodríguez
1
I hide my sanity in a clay vase.
when I snore
only its broken rhythm remains.
2 as a child, I repeated the same dream: 20 centimeters from my face sharp little came alive, a single-line drawing. I always wanted to touch them with my fingertips but the edge of their body was a knife and I bled.
