she wishes he would open his eyes
the garden is dead, a white blink
in the dream stream. his pose
is the heart of a song she heard
long ago. lithium. fog. she gently
touches the screen, her hand feels
sinuous, her mouth is a red tent.
he has left one socket open. a
blue glow touches her finger. her
breath comes out wrong.
opposite headlights.
when I open my eyes
I don't want to strike blood.
the automated air purifier clicks on
making Nina jump
don't spill your drink on the keyboard,
baby, omens are underfoot
I...I... just wanted to tell you
that I miss you..
and? and what of these sad & lonely
intricaces?
*
the dream..
following tracks in the snow..
she is in a small shed
the single window is cracked
& full of ice-blooms & silverfish
she lies down to wait
newsprint covering
her hands & face
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