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Dreamt I ran into a friend I haven’t seen in, oh, 13 or 14 years? he smiled as he rammed into my shins with his wheelchair.

The static electricity between the leaves of a trade paperback.

The Twombly scrawls of chalk on the plyboards in the station.

Once again trying to read things in my dream.

A term paper handed back with a failing grade, two words written at the top, but their shapes are indefinite.

A newspaper’s front page, above the fold, two headlines, the hole where the words should be darker than ink.

This Colombian dark roast tastes like berries.

This Chinese liquor tastes like funky peat.

This thousand-leaf cake — too rich for my blood!

A young woman needed to charge her phone at an outlet by a table where a man was seated with a notebook, then she sat on the floor.

Overhearing two students sitting nearby at the food court:
— It’s convenient to leave your coat there, but what if you spill on it?
— I never spill.
— Yesterday you spilled chicken noodle soup.
— Not on me, though.

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