DREAM

I slap my mother in the face

don’t want to keep dreaming this

and wake up

it’s four in the morning

I can’t fall asleep

I fetch the embroidery hoop

with a half-finished picture

of my hometown

stay awake for a while

then manage to fall asleep again

I bump into my family

sitting at a sunny café

I wasn’t invited

they don’t want to see me anymore

go to hell

you hit your mother

I get a needle with thread

sew my navel up

Natasha S.