I dreamt I got a paper cut. I went to the store to get some chips but Sam was there. He came up to me apologize and licked my cut. The slit began to tingle and peel open to reveal tiny worms swimming in the bloody flesh. It looked deep so Sam stuck his finger in. knuckle deep he swirled and so did my stomach. I threw up on his shirt. It was a button up blue pointy collared shirt with little  orange, lime green, and yellow squiggles. They looked like worms. Dancing all about his upper half as I wiggled my left fingers vigorously under his pits too the point of a silent laughter. At least my cut feels better. The peel of skin flapping in the wind now rubbed along the moist innards of Sam’s throat. I dig and dig through layers of what I can only think is sputum. The worms in my pinky jump out and in, frolicking in the thickness and tension between the walls. The confinement felt closer to freedom than the idea I had when I tried to make that airplane.