The dream says hear me out hear me out,
and you fill your ears with earth. The dream 
isolates your need into various isotopes 
of appetite. Embarrasses you, 
though you’ve said you’re beyond all that. 
Tells you not to worry, pivots the scene  
towards gorgeous. The smell of crushed grass, 
someone’s hip, whippoorwill and banjo, 
pancake, purr. The dream doesn’t judge. 
Offers smut and constellations. 
Offers workaday scenarios This is you, it says, 
returning the jar of pickles to the empty place 
in the fridge. This is you coming in a car. 
Waking up bewildered. Whose hand. 
This is you waiting a long time 
on a step attached to no house. 
The dream says keep waiting 
and rooms will materialize 
behind you. Soon, a door, a knob; 
soon, you enter.