I aim for bed, the bar is on the way
And you. I know that bright red dress. Fox trap
collarbones I slice myself open on–
I always remember blood. I walk past
first, then turn and compliment your work. I
look you in the jaw and say hello. I
think I said too much. The animal in
my eyelid flees. My mouth too hot.
In the dream, you keep me from crossing the
stream. We speak without words like mushrooms,
like trees. You spin me around the hollow
of a brick courtyard & the cold earth thaws
A thumb swipes stray mascara. The filters
break off. You leave a new stain on my teeth.
