The Shared Dream

Loaches and eels race across the floor. They are very fast. So fast he has to run to catch up. He wants them back in his aquarium. Soon more and more fish are jumping out of the water. The floor is sodded with fish. The fish are biting him as he tries to pick them up.  His fingers are bleeding. 

His dream delights me. Even the bloody fingers. I ask him, “What does it mean?  Why are there so many fish?” “A dream is just a dream,” he says. “A fish is just a fish.” 

The fish remain on the the floor all day. 

In the middle of the night while he’s asleep, I am picking up fish.

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Breakfast Order

Each fish has its own room now 

and is neatly tucked in bed.  

One requires a shave in the morning 

before it’s ready for the frying pan.

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Morning Ritual

We write love notes

on the shower wall

with hairs recovered 

from the drain.

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