at least once a week i have a dream that i can only wake up from

by rubbing orange segments in to my eyes

 

the average cloud weighs the same as a hundred elephants

 

i think we should get awards for doing mundane things like washing and leaving the house

this way we would make depressed people feel better about not being able

to achieve the lofty goals of the ‘normal’

 

the night i learnt to hold my breath under water

it was cool and dark and handsome