Dream

Naked reality has no real command; it can only beg, threaten, or frighten. It exists to suggest dream destinations. It removes its clothes and seeks oblivion. The key to happiness is just out of sight, eyes flickering under closed lids. Writing beauty, wonder, magic, dread, and forgetting it in the morning. If each persona that I have dreamed were part of my psyche, then she would sleep with anyone— lovers, strangers, and monsters.