bug leaf salon
I dreamed I was standing out in the ditch by the dirt road, trimming some bushes with a pair of red-handled shears. The day was grey and overcast. It was hot. I was dressed in t-shirt and shorts and I was sweating.
Thunder rumbled in the distance.
I tried to turn to climb out of the ditch but found I couldn't move. I looked down and branches were growing up through my shoes and all around my feet. The branches rose and and wound around my legs, immobilizing me.
At waist-height some of the branches grew twigs that sprouted buds. Then the buds opened out into large leaves, green and glossy.
On every leaf there was a caterpillar. Each caterpillar was acting out a different domestic scene.
One of the caterpillars was doing some ironing. Another was making toast. Yet another appeared to be relaxing on a little caterpillar couch, watching a miniature TV.