she sat in bed staring straight ahead
and dreaming with her eyes open
and that is how things went for a time.
she dreamed of very tall men in several
galloned hates hugging horses
to the ground
of elaborate funeral processions
lead by the recently dead
who also wore hats
and went past the shopping malls
and general stores chanting
praises of convenience.
she dreamed about a huge bowl of pears
that was never empty, or
refilled at night, or whenever it was
that she wasn't looking.
i know all of this because she talks
in her sleep and one day our bed
will swallow her alive but not
tonight or if it does i won't know