dreams

in her dreams she was still a little girl. She was sitting on the beach, white sands on the shore of the the south china sea. He, (what was he doing in her childhood dreams?) was lying on his back with his head on her legs, and was looking out to sea. They were talking about their pasts and their futures. I dream in english these days, she said. They were exchanging memories of their pasts. They are laughing over the strange way they had met. The laughter that came from the two of them was like the laughter that erupts from birds. Then he sat up looking down at her now adult breasts. “The day is pretty real, we should go and seize the logic of the day!” The young girl who around 10 or 12 was looking at them, a short sword in its scabbard in her left hand. It’s going to be alright in the end she told herself. And the three of them were walking off towards the village, she had a teeshirt on with a portrait of Popov on her chest, laughing and taallkking, an oedipal moment heading out to sea on a stolen yacht… “I’m sorry we can’t take you home with us…” He was saying to her young self….