Letter to Sam

A couple weeks ago I dreamed of you again. I didn't mention this because of the election and Halloween. You were in my bed with my poet friend. I thought that was strange but decided better not to judge. We were meeting to go see a movie. I wanted to go to the Tyson's theater, but you two already decided on a Bollywood pic. There was a size 16 footprint on my wall left by a violent man. The footprint was growing. We were late for our movie.