missjodie: salt water the first witch I ever met was my mother. she would dream dreams, things that
missjodie: salt water the first witch I ever met was my mother. she would dream dreams, things that hadn’t yet happened. things that would go on to happen later. “dream no walk straight,” she would say to me in lilting patois, whenever i called to ask for her help in deciphering some eyelid movie from the night before. i didn’t ask her about this dream, though. because i couldn’t remember what i’d seen in my sleep. i only remembered the waking up, how everything was soaked: my hair, my night dress. my sheets, the mattress. my cheeks. no, I can’t remember what I saw. only that i woke up surrounded by salt water. only that my heart felt heavy. only that i loved him less photo: Me by photographer Frankie Mark -- source link