Wild and Alone, Part 2
I dreamed I was living alone.
The desert was
well-prepared. The sky was
scratch-proof.
I looked up to my neighbors,
the ones who refuse
the offer. I went outside only
to speak your name.
It's been years since this dream
had any significance.
I am not alone. In the mirror are
two men, myself
and the shadow, inky and serene.
