Wednesday, January 27, 2016


In a dream you started to tell me about
without the slightest hesitation;
I was someplace nondescript,
drinking stout beer and laughing—

flanked by acquaintances
and lit by warm mirth, despite 
the dank surroundings—when you 
walked in and found me. From there, 

I imagine I nodded and waved from the corner,
still laughing with those others—and maybe,
you just motioned back from the door
and smiled, and left. Because it was 

far better, in that moment
for each of us—to reinvent the other 
as contented, and simply to leave it at that
than to spill our mouths open

and dispel—
any doubt.