I dream that Hoseok is my bus driver. We hightail a heist at the British Museum,
returning stolen art to their rightful owners. At Penn Station,
Ying and I watch TOMORROW X TOGETHER perform in drag.
Tomorrow, we take the C train to the end of the line, together
to return to an old memory. This memory, a dream, at high school: bullies with
blurred faces, ghosts haunting the staircases, Mark Lee making eggs. Today,
Amy and I fall asleep listening to Girls’ Generation, together & outside, ITZY
dances with us through the end of the world.
Dreams blurring faces, dreams haunting the hallways, Taemin eating a tire,
per the rules of Everything Everywhere All At Once, to become a judo master
& outside, Negi and I take a SEVENTEEN class at the edge of the world
where we fight with MAMAMOO over their blackface, where
per the rules of Everything Everywhere All At Once, I swallow starlight,
trying to wake up, but instead I’m texting Jo that SUPER JUNIOR
is trying to dox me for fighting over their transphobic meme and I
chase them out of my nightmare and into a world
trying to wake up, but instead I run into Felix at Mood Ring
dancing with a boy, wings and all, sweat transformed into glitter
into chasing a dream where no one is the bus driver where no one
has to hightail a heist at the military base to free people because in
this dream, the military does not exist.