so my bottom teeth are straightening
i find i am contained in my recoiling
to a tether that exists in this life and not another
when i sleep
top molars grind on the enamel of progress
and what i see
is still my front doors painted lime green
but i am not i
and this is not my house
nor my dog nor my street
do you see color in dreams?
invisible waves slanting through me
of which i am both carrier and host
there is displacement within me
a false bioluminescence
beckoning
go! walk into the ocean!
let the salt wound me
i don’t need to feel clean
just steady
and then came june
shed down to her legs in the living room
forgetting what she wanted
as the ides moved inland
from the harbor under the bridge
in a chariot of silver
so i began singing softly
something sweet
for the living could not help her
as they exist in the day
to lay the remembering to rest
oblivion is but a martyr with no recollection
of an origin or a cause
a calling or will
or imprint of what was
and then i open my eyes
i open my eyes and forget to blink