i had a dream that we were holed up in this old building
made of stone, and that there were soldiers everywhere
and it felt like chewing gum for way too long. your parents
were somehow involved, and there were fires.
it ended with you telling me you were not a fucking dead horse
and i was not riding you any where
any time not in the marital bed not into town
not no fucking way fucking how.
she gave me a look that i decided meant she'd had the same dream
and it too had touched her deeply
in ways we couldn't yet talk about.