<Excerpts from a 10-year-old dream journal>
We were in Africa.
I lived in a super fancy house.
We walked everywhere.
I was like this is impossible on a pogo stick.
I was on a long journey.
I broke my arm.
I was hanging out with hippies and the homeless.
I was cleaning bathrooms somewhere.
I was invited to go to Thailand.
I blew up Tiffs car.
I married Tinny.
I was late for school.
I needed to go to Lubbock.
I went into a club.
The system was down.
I was with my family.
I went to a movie theater but the kids showed up and we had to decide whether or not to drink the already purchased alcohol.
I paid for the movies with three dollars then used my debit card.
I brought leftover Mac & Cheese.
David suggested that if I love The Philippines so much, why don’t I just move there?
“Arielle is Hamming” helped me come out to my Dad.
“Ash came home last night.”
I was at a wedding.
I was at my moms house and she told me that on Tuesday I was gonna go on this date with a boy.
I was in a hostage situation.
I was leaving for a long journey but didn’t want to go.
I didn’t want to go.
I was running late.
I woke up for real, running late, and #confused.
With a mix of authentic vulnerability, relevant truth, and humor, Andy Anderson writes poems that immediately make you want to be their friend. They are a co-organizer of Byrony Blaze’s Queer Poetry Takeover in Portland, OR.