I think it was a Sunday when I dreamt I was eating nasi lemak in a sunny canteen. I wake, with a need to tell someone. And because I’ve been texting him, I text him:
Z: dreamt of eating nasi lemak in a sunny canteen tho so that was magic *crying emoji*
L: Sounds like a vivid dream! Don’t think I’ve ever had a food dream before or had nasi lemak either… it looks good though!
How strange is it to impart a fullness within yourself upon someone else, and for that to be utterly vacated in them, zero context rails to latch itself onto. Nasi lemak in sunny canteen, just five words bounding around a dark TV screen like a screensaver.
R: did u get that feeling like when u describe a dream to someone and they look completely nonplussed even though it was a big deal?
Can it be taught? What that feels like, growing up eating nasi lemak bungkus?
Can a dream* choke another as it has me?
*Say dream but mean: poem; say poem, mean: vessel, mean: lightning in a bottle, mean:
I am here, I once was, I will remain so, calcified.
The times I believe myself to be unknowable and impossible (all the time), I save myself; I save myself for a poem. If I alchemise my person into poem, can I finally be known?
put me in your dream-mouth
drench me in your dream-saliva
wrap me in your dream-tongue
chew me with your dream-teeth
eat me, or:
i want you to know me
I write, so when I say: