Victory, I remember dreaming of you only when I was awake
when I was asleep it was
all chase and taking apart limb by limb. I imagined cutting my hands off… I can see how to get the first one gone but then I am stuck with how to rig the falling knife with my foot and a string. There is so much blood I fall over and always am embarrassed to be found still with one hand.
Give me dreams of what it is where they are. There is no other way to find ourselves living alongside time, they live alongside time when the lines are red.
We’re letting it go all over down there now—