a strange dream

by anonymous

last night i had the strangest dream. i dreamed that the imperial department of civil effectiveness had issued a directive that all men were to be eliminated. a date was set. but when the day came, not a single man was eliminated. every man in the empire had switched his identity to transwoman. a few weeks later, the department dropped the prefix “trans” from the term "transwoman". now everybody in the empire was a woman. and lived happily ever after.

love poem

written on the flyleaf of a copy of the bright shawl by joseph hergesheimer, priced ten cents at a yard sale in truro, massachusetts

if wishes were raindrops and dreams were umbrellas you’d be one of the gals and i’d be one of the fellas we would live in a city of smiling faces we would go to the beach and we would go to the races no bosses would tell us what we had to do our eyes would be bright and our hearts would be true we wouldn’t answer the phone or look at the clock we’d just look at each other and let people talk