i called it strange dream, but there already was a strange dream picture, surprise. i called it back surge. in the dream my brother was performing back surgery on a boy, his son, but he has no son, on the floor of an unknown home, with some kind of anaesthetic but no tools i could see, though i was mostly unable to look and when i did it was kind of soft focus low light. i saw the back turned side and the pale skin with a little spine laying there innocently.
this morning i thought of judith and her back. i'm thinking of my back now, slumped over this, and the tip of my tailbone still mysteriously tender. i think of the human surge, that mysterious film, and the human surge enacted each day.
oh, i also thought of the magicicada, emerging from it's own back.
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