I dreamt of love
with no war
No crime in the mouth
or on the hands
What a lifetime with
you meant when
death was not
whining at the foot
of the bed
or scratching at the door
I dreamt of rotten fruit
in the yard we watered
A grave so out of place
under the shade of our
lemon tree
You danced over
the fresh dirt
and promised you
wouldn’t be
a word that hurt to say
Now
Your name
sits heavy on the tongue
like grief
Sits hot
in the belly
like blood
