dream iv

pale
bones cleft from
window moons float
over tides of
our nighttime sheets.

still
but our ribs
rising, we’re rocked
to sleep—diving bells
sinking into

dreams.
of fish and
fin gleams wrapped in
sleep. our gills are
sheet folds.

sink
through seas like
stones, heavy dreams
rose, tugged edges.


lips
chapped and licked; we’re
fished out of seafoam
dreams of fish and green.


we lost our lungs.