Saturday, November 28, 2009

dreamt of being held,
three times, even when moved

i dreamt of little thief children
banging on our door in brooklyn
screaming to be let in

outside, i had left the door open,
and found you
and my grandparents
drenched in sun
on the secret hill behind our home

i remembered upstairs,
where a secret passageway had held our bones
not finished now, not yet finished

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