Unconscious Poet

I was organizing some papers last night when I came across a small, square note — I had woken up from a dream and scrawled it down so I’d remember, stuck the note in a pile of other stuff, and forgotten about it. Reading it now, I think it sounds like a poem, so here it is. This is exactly what I wrote on the paper:


big, tall black woman
in furry white snowsuit
2 white poodles she couldn’t control
She stole my jacket and denied it

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