A Nobody

You are making breakfast in every dream that I have of you.

You are in the kitchen, your soft middle pressed up against the cold marble countertops like a vision too beautiful for the magazines, sprinkling dark chocolate chips over pancakes.

I think for a brief second that I am dreaming inside of my dream, that I had to make you up twice, just to get it right. You, brushing your dark hair out of your face, smearing batter across your cheeks.

You have come and made my dreams smaller, narrower. Filled them with sugar and your body humming in the same room as mine.

DREAM HOUSE WORKSHOP SERIES

Ongoing zine workshops where we share our research and a series of prompts that asked attendees to fill their zines with their ideas of the “dream house” not just as a safe space but a site based off of complexities around division, aspirations, traumas, pride, performance, and shame.

“The common representation of ‘home’ in popular discourse as a sacred, celebratory space of security and maximum individual autonomy is far too simplistic and underplays how much of a contested site and a locus of power relations homes can be.” - Akma Haseena Nazar