In this dream, I have lost you, and
suddenly my heart has turned
and I am dreaming about a man
who has died.
In his fury, he cut open his hands.
I become the girl who can see him,
can see the blood
and the way it looks like a family
of birds, red crows, with eyes
that have been removed.
He reaches for me with his blackened hands
and still I search for you.
I imagine you as if you would be
swallowing roses, and everything turns red—
the sky, the trees, my lips, empty,