dreams of playing dominos in Indonesia with Tupac
dreams of wandering North Africa on a dirtbike
dreams of walking Montevideo for years, then
taking the ferry and doing the same in Buenos Aires
dreams of running a video market in Lubumbashi
dreams of making friends, meeting new cousins all
over
dreams of riding boats down rivers for months
dreams of riding trains which haven’t had windows
for decades
dreams of writing poetry in languages other than
this one
dreams of not necessarily disappearing
but escaping this overwhelming sense of being lost
in this American fog they say is some kind of
freedom
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