I dreamed I was eating a book.
It was made from 8” by 12” slabs one inch deep. It tasted like cheese but cut like watercress.
As I chewed, I understood.
As I looked around, others were reading the same title, but traditionally, I couldn’t determine which was best, eyes only or digesting it my way.
Others began to notice me and stare. It made me feel queer.
I was in a restaurant, though, a fitting place to eat and drink, so I ordered bourbon, and I kept on chewing.
I realised their eyes would never make them whole. ~