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Now a dream comes and it’s one I didn’t expect. The drapes are lush; not
as many windows. A room then, a bedroom, a closet, a claw-footed tub. A
shower curtain I can hold you down to. Finally, some presence.

What word can I put in your mouth? What vision? There are soap-slivers
in a jar in the bathroom. There are razors by the claw-footed tub. Behind
the medicine cabinet there is the tiniest of nails…

in the tiniest of holes.

And yet there is no culmination of vision. Vision is misguided; it’s not
even the right sense. In the wallspace, the seals come apart. The wind
whips. Or it rips. We take off our clothes…

ripping
more ripping

I want you to come
I want to come
I want your come
I want you to come

inside me
in your mouth

more and more ripping, more

back on our heels
and rocking
not fighting