Dreams

Lost in Wisconsin

Lost, perhaps in Wisconsin, in a small shanty on a small raft in the middle of a lethargic yet restless lake beneath an expansive yet despondently gray sky. Someone's with me, the only distinction I can give her is that I don't feel I want to fuck her. I have stolen some records, I think, and a storm is coming, and I'm hoping they don't find me. It's suddenly getting crowded on the raft, and I feel completely alone.