Day 4: Calling my grandma

Liminal dispatch, meditation, 03.21.20

I had a dream last night, she said, that I got up
and put on my blue windbreaker and went out for a long walk.
My grandma’s voice is plodding and far away, bounces unevenly
like she’s speaking from the backseat on a bumpy car ride.
Do you remember that windbreaker?
Strangely, I do.