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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