Like a
magic key
old and new.

I feel like dreams are inescapable.
They're literally inescapable.
Like taxes or death.
So why not deal with dreams?

And now the consuming danger
the fierceness of summer
riding on our shoulder,
my thumbs on her ankles
the minutes trickling down our backs

watching a dreamcatcher spin on the ceiling,
my skin sticking to hers,
I say, 'I bought a dog tonight.'


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