Untitled (Another poem about dreams)
My belly is a liquid sac and my teeth
have turned to coins. I am waiting
for you, at the end of a long hallway with only
one small window. Every day we drag the bench
from one place to another and every day they drag it back.
It is not enough to say “I want” –
you are bigger than wanting. I have never
loved so much and done so little.