July 19, 2010

I had a dream about Prince Charles. (Withhold your laughter). He had come to Canada as a young man. Part of his education. And as a young man he fell in love. With a native girl. An aboriginal. He didn’t want to leave her. But being a royal, and being unimaginative, he obeyed the rules that had been set out for him. And went back to England. And married Diana. And married Camilla. And saw his misery become the fodder of the small minds of gossip. And I woke from the dream thinking that it was all true. My mind feels like a tabloid that has been left out in the rain. The ink has run. The pages are sealed together. And it drips.

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