Dreamed 2010/5/25 by Wayan
A grassy slope near dawn. A long
sweep down east to marshy flats. I'm on
the border of a land of telepaths. All
grotesque; none alike. A spherical
dwarf in lurid satin motley, swathed in all
six hues, a living colorwheel. And then
there's my acquaintance Muscle Man,
in a false tan spandex skin--
or else he's truly naked and
has no genitalia, just that bland
bulge. The Odd Couple--wrestler, dwarf--
argue, heat to steam--face off--
but what Shorty sees ain't Biggie's mien.
Ho ho. Tableau obscene.
Red robe to left; respectacled man
sits on a log, witnessing the dawn.
A healer-sage. He shoots the breeze
with a nontelepath, till tourist flees.
Well, telepaths do scare the mindeaf--all
So I'm blasé; I figure he'll be too.
In seconds though, I regain my calm--
still scent Mr Normal's panic in the dawn
air--shock at the lizardy scar, but, too,
guilt that he cascaded so,
and shame the doc can see! Snowballed,
red-faced in endless mirror-hall.
Warned by his flight, I try to stay guilt-free,
All that telepaths can bear for long
NOTES IN THE MORNING
I had to get on it. Seven weeks earlier, my mom had died; she'd named me executor for her large estate. For nearly a year I scrambled to learn the ins & outs of IRS estate law, capital-gains rules in flux, and California's crazy housing market. When the dust settled, my sisters and I each had enough to retire on, with care. I'd been a poor artist scraping by on my wits; suddenly cash wasn't my bottleneck! I invested in social/ethical funds. In two years I went from broke to millionaire.
My new bottleneck was health. I'd been ill for years, but back then, poverty took priority. Now I had resources to throw at my recurring fevers... After a few years of trying stuff, I stumbled on a regimen that works; I'm a lot healthier. I seem to work best in these Few-Year Plans, focused on solving one intractable problem at a time. I wonder if the time's ripe to cross another scary border, to fulfill longings and ambitions I had neither money nor strength for in the old days: love, travel, books to publish, songs to record.
Anyway, back in 2010 I was baffled what Telepath Country meant--except it clearly meant some uncomfortable stretch. But I never foresaw how much of a stretch.
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