In my dream, there was a rectangular room
at the end of a long hall.
A picture window almost the size of the far wall
looked out on a stone platform
surrounded by green, close cut grass.

Two behaviorists were lying on the platform watching us,
as still as statues with yellow eyes.





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Uncle Roger File 3: Terminals by Judy Malloy
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