Before Coffee – a dream montage

i read The Ocean,


    it was enough.

i scratched its name — your name

        on  a napkin

and wiped my mouth — your mouth

mouth for a table

            eye for a cleat

hand through a window

            dog in the street

like pavement

         like incantation

like krakatoa

five times read

        six times bled 

unheard unsaid

        i wiped lava from my lip

and it was good

            i made light

outta broomstick

                it was good

i made grass outta granite

                it was good

i read the Ocean, once,


when the sun broke molten

        and the flood fled in

moon cried ocean

            i heaped sin.

Image: Anthony Cantin on Unsplash

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