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I had a dream. I was sat in a meeting, one of those interminable ones which rises and falls in it's pace like a wheezing breather of a porcupine inside a brain. My head wanted to explode. You came and stood behind me. I leaned my head back and slightly to the side, resting against you. I felt an immense sense of relief, reassurance. My eyes were wide open but I was blissfully at ease inside my head. Your hand was on my shoulder, then my hair. Suddenly you ran off to talk to some secondary three students. The pounding in my head came back; and an emptiness.

Emptiness, inky and vast, in which the moon hung like a guillotine. Weightless, we watched it from a porthole on the side of our spacecraft. You had on huge glasses, like Marcie from Peanuts. I said, what are you doing with those glasses? You turned and left the roomy module. I felt as empty inside as the huge raging vacuum outside.

half her tongue was a circuit board pt II

You had a sister. Twelve years old. She looks a bit like you did when you were younger. You dislike her. Maybe because she reminds you of yourself when you were twelve.

She wears a bandanna or scarf around her head, I don't know whether she knows that you did too back then. It is called the PAM style now. I have no idea what PAM stands for. You can't stand that she does it, you think she does it to aggravate you, but you're not sure.

Yet it is impossible to make her stop. Telling her to stop wearing her hair PAM-style only makes her want to do it more. Telling her it's nice is affirmation. Doing it too would be the only solution, but that's not fashionable, and risks backfiring into her hands - maybe that's what she wanted all along.

Maybe it's better that it was a dream, and that you don't have a kid sister twelve years old.

half her tongue was a circuit board

and when our tongues met I felt cold quicksilver run down my spine.

I believed then what she told me, that part of her body was electronic. I believed then that the other part was organic. I believed then that she was the reincarnation of my sister, copied on her design.

I knew then that I would make it with her, here as she straddled me in this wooded clearing.