Supper taken in the morning
Stray dogs chugging down waste
and a pile of unexplained unclaimed vomit
The truck noisily takes away one bin of washed clean recycling and one bin of corruption.

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Every night I dream of flying, unassisted, high above towns and people. I use a breaststroke swimming action to propel through the sky. It’s so satisfying. I’ve only just realised that this dream is so recurrent.

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The neighbour came to the door again, beer in hand to chat and ask to use the green bin. He had been chopping back a tree that was getting in the way of his garage.

This happens relatively frequently – his visits, that is, with various reasons for a doorside chat.

His pupils are not quite right and the chat is a little… nonlinear. I’m sure he’s had some charlie or similar.

I reckon he really wants to hang out and get higher, he’s looking for a conspirator. After what seems like listening forever, I realise that due to his altered state I could be saying anything in reply and it wouldn’t make any difference to his solo stream of unconscious talk.

Eventually I make no excuse whatsoever and tell him I have to go and he leaves.

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