Will You Dream of Me? Have you found your way out of the garden? Where flowers are dressed like mannequins? Where people wander around with balloons for eyes? Have you spent time with your gods? Are they among you in your throne of twisted bedsheets and wrinkled clothes? Are they in your dreams and in your blood and in your bones? Do you know what it means to feel alive? Can you understand why you love? Can you understand why you hate? Do you think about what happens when the curtain closes? Should we weep at the end of time? Should we turn into the arms of another? Shadows fall over my eyes I can’t feel my hands Dust settles I can’t hear my heart Stars die — AVIS HITCHCOCK
— KASEY ELLIOTT / PORTLAND, OR
I ask you again, Will you dream of me? — LEANDRA PURVIS
