Hannah Sedler helped me out of a big problem last night,
but when I woke up she was gone. And preliminary
attempts to track her down have been very sketchy.
Amy was our keystone in this operation, but she
hasn't spoken to Hannah in years. Internet searches
are negative too. So Hannah was here in that wild dream
(I had a heroin problem or something -- it was bizarre)
and she's in a red car in my memory, driving me home
from Lubbock High School after biology. Dear Corporeal,
2008 Hannah: I hope you are as helpful and as comforting
as your late night psychonautic pillow-tropic ghost.