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 underfootI...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
*