I dreamed of Hawthorn trees creeping along the coast,
a small town where there was a factory which generated the smell of the sea
to make mermaids feel at home
much the way the ice cream parlor in the town where I grew up
generated the scent of waffle cones
to draw you in.
They did have actual waffle cones
This village did have an actual sea.
I don’t understand why marketing is so important.
If I want it, I’ll find it
If I didn’t know I wanted it
why the insistence that I should?
There was two of everything in this town,
as though the first wasn’t quite enough,
we had to make a duplicate
even though it knew it was a duplicate
and therefore not first choice,
which created unnecessary sadness.
I don’t understand why excess is so important.
If the thing exists,
let it be,
why create a scenario where there needs to be more of the same?
Sometimes dreams are weird
and sometimes they are true
and sometimes they are both
and sometimes they are neither.
But I very much miss the sea.
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