(As requested...V)

Asunder



I have a dream: I lose all my teeth, each one
a white tree stump freed from my gum.

I tell her my dream. It hurt, I say. She smiles,
places her palm in the small of my back and pushes.

I am delicate origami, a crane of green rice paper
and she gives me to the rain.

Impossible, she says. Water spreads across me,
soaks, dissolves my fibers. We cannot feel

pain in our dreams. I am paste on the sidewalk,
melting into the grit of concrete, ink streaming into the storm drain.