In the dream, there is repetition

In the dream, I cannot make them understand

In the dream, my fingertips itch, and they redden –

In the dream, there is the dream of colour.

In the dream, I trap a pigeon in the ceiling

In the dream they tell me don’t tell me your dreams

In the dream the objects move when I’m not looking

In the dream, I run a bath that overfills and

in the dream, it leaves a tidemark like a sock around my ankle.

In the dream, I watch them watch me

In the dream, I speak of solitude

In the dream I do not dare hold out my hands.

In the dream, I am amphibious, I see my breath fog up the window.

In the dream I know I dream but cannot wake.

In the dream, I hide my face within the bathroom mirror

In the dream the bed sheets twist around my ankle

In the dream I cannot make them understand.

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