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After two weeks of thinking minimalist,
talking minimalist, breathing
 
minimalist(!)
I dream of buying groceries
 
in a superstore,
cart loaded beyond capacity
 
with health food, with junk,
with ice cream
 
I worry will melt
in the time it’s taking me
 
to collect every edible thing
they have here,
 
and on my way to check out,
I pass the clothing
 
section and see a jacket
hanging there, calling
 
me, and I know you
are wondering
 
if I mean literally
because this is a dream,
 
but it was the ordinary
kind of fabric
 
without mouth, speech,
or telepathic
 
abilities, and the simple
truth is its beauty
 
seduced me away from my cart
of slowly rotting food,
 
and I whisked it and myself
to a dressing room
 
nearby and hurried into it,
staring into the mirror
 
and not seeing me at all
anymore, only that
 
jacket, that fashionable
touchable object
 
which was everything
I hate in my awake
 
apparel, a mix of pink
and white making up
 
the bulk, then black
sleeves, but not
 
just black, because
when I looked closer
 
I saw the sleeves
sparkled from wrist to shoulder
 
with glitter, such glitter,
so much glitter
 
I choked up,
completely lost
 
a second, knowing only
the insanity
 
of a universe
where it was possible
 
I could possess
something(!)
 
this perfect,
lay down my money
 
and my morals
and walk out
 
wearing
the stars.