In this dream, I was driving down an orange grove as the sun was setting. I ended up at my friend's boutique. She lives in Singapore. I tried on her jewelry and she dressed me like she didn't have enough use of her hands. She was warm. I needed that.
II.
I met someone with a garden and we just smiled without showing our teeth. Too many secrets underneath our tongues, waiting to dissolve. Maybe I'm not ready to love you. I don't think that she wants me to.
III.
Today my doctor asked me what I was studying. I told him English. He asked about my plans after school.
"I want to teach English in Spain. Maybe Portugal. Or Guatemala. Or maybe even Japan. My family thinks that I'll be kidnapped and sold as a sex slave. I hate that I have to worry about that."
IV.
"I think you should go. The world is too small for your potential."
V.
In March, I'll be visiting my friends back in Toronto. I miss the air there. The cold and the subways. I miss how tall they make me feel. Bigger than my own skin. I am sprouting mangos and stretching roots underground. Sometimes I fall in love with souls in other countries. Sometimes I wake up in a cold sweat and realize I am settling for bodies. Just arms and throats. A lot of angel hair and glowing skin. I let out a sigh. The world is too small.
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