Blue Music Dream, Poetics

Dark Days

I dreamed I was locked up in a drugstore with a feminist
with all kinds of painkillers I could ever wish for.

I find myself now in an umbrella,
coming out on dark days
to see that a change of fashion
is not a change in ideology.

I touch myself.

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