My house, my bed, my husbands
—Savages
O dream I live in which I dream
Whose dreams I have and failing tried
Not harming them to live inside
Too often making like a pet dog sudden-
ly unfamiliar killing a wild rabbit en-
raged for no reason he even with the body
Between his red teeth knows subsum-
ing the wild blood and body too often making your dreams mine
And leaves his wildness after and returns
To his old self but now for anyone
Who saw him wild the blood now stains his mouth
Forever or anyone who saw the rabbit move
Still like it was alive still moving with
The motion of the jaws consuming it