Writing Skin petits rêves de coma

little coma dreams

I had ocean lungs

Separate regions fed by the

rare exchange of corpses

It was an oxygen-less waste

(like the desert of St. Antony –

it was genie-rife and broiling)

Between the gulfstream

and the midnight floor

Between the slipstreams of the whales

and the sun-warmed mirror flats

I (must have) dreamed this world where I loved you less –

and I had ocean lungs.

-From K (2010)