I visited another planet last night. I ate a flower. It sprouted into a sock. I did not swallow the sock. I kept the sock. Held it very close to my chest as I slept. A person whispered thoughts of ham. They were not my ham. It is not fair to speak of the ham and not the mother. Evelyn Hampton gave birth in a room with other people. She said, “My boyfriend and I once bought half a cow and ate it for six months and sold the rest.” In the corner there was a cough. A shape of a coyote died under this sickness. In another corner the band SSAATTUURRNN opened for a performance of Gangster’s Paradise which opened for a five minute set of Indian classical music which opened for a pot of cabbage which opened for no assumptions for a non elbow which opened for a monologue of that movie with Michael Keaton. This morning I woke up on earth and cooked a pizza.