No. 3

In the dream last night I'm flying, or floating. My watch speaks to me in Japanese, in a girl's voice, teasing. She curls up beside me like it's something familiar, her head tucked on my shoulder, my fingers playing spider games on her stomach. In the the morning, in the bath, I shave but it doesn't take. There's still traces of a moustache, the kind a pedophile might wear. My fleece is covered in cat hair. My shoes are low top, and it's raining.