dreams

sometimes the dreams we dream while we sleep.

are enough to bring us down a few pegs.

enough to make the pit ring with a hollow sound in our bellies.

enough to make us wake up fighting and clawing.

to make us struggle to remember what is truth the minute we wake up.

to make us feel for our toes and our bellyskin and our lips and reach around the expanse of bed, to remember that at least when this bed is empty there are only the echoes of spoken words, and not new ones that enter the smallspaces and turn us into hamburger.

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