in my dreams,
all the snails
on the sidewalk
unrolled themselves
into beams of light.
my heart moved
with the grace of
a school of little pink fish.
my lungs gasped for air
as if from the bottom
of a well.
the night was so thick
I couldn’t catch my breath.
it seeped around the moon
like crude oil, like a mistake.
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