99 New: Dreamt

I was on foot in my own city, not lost, but not knowing where I was either, because the streets were all diagonal, forming a herringbone pattern that was crazy-making, so when a motorcycle with two men stopped in front of me I got on, unbeknownst to them, and rode with them down a street with deep clay ditches of construction on either side of a three foot wide strip of concrete, the wet clay spattering my jeans until I tapped one man on the shoulder and said, “you don’t know I’m back here but can I get off now?”

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Photo by Ryoji Iwata on Unsplash