Last night, I saw a dream of
a young monk in an amusement park.
In the dream, I was forced to participate in
a game show
– shot in the park –
but I blew my chances and escaped the crowd and the cameras
by sliding down a blue slide.
I landed on an open place, and there he was:
the monk wearing an orange robe.
He hugged me so tightly that it felt like
the best present I had ever received.
Guided by the feeling of
love the monk had boosted,
I went back to the set and told the producers,
the hosts, and the crowd to f*ck off.
Paula Puolakka (1982) is a Beat poet, writer, and MA (History of Science and Ideas.)