Piker Press — Weekly Journal of Arts and Literature
April 27, 2026

Where You Put Your Junk

"...From the cliff of dreams I leap this night..."

Where You Put Your Junk

Someone mentions about an Indian War. Was it Lucille Clifton? Something about Washoe? I live in the India India. I say. What does that mean? I shrug.

From the cliff of dreams I leap this night, meet the tribe's champion dreamer midway in the black water.
He points out at the white shores. Let's cleanse it. He says. I sigh.

I always tell my parents (because in this dream like in most others I'm in their house) that cleaning means placing the junk of one place in another.







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