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LAST NIGHT I DREAMED OF SCARLET from the collection “Choreography”
The laundry’s on the floor and the sheets are off the bed. Last night I dreamed of scarlet and an angel soaking wet. My mother couldn’t wake me, the house foundation turned to clay. And I became tornadoes and the sun turned west to pray. The smell of salty flowers as the waves began to crest. And the smear of Charlie’s fingerprints smashing beetles in my dress. I know I shouldn’t trust these thoughts that burn my hands, but they make me so excited, other houses other lands. I tied a ribbon in my hair until my hands turned black from the cold and thw whipping wind. There was no turning back. His brow was damp with plum juice, his muscles ripped and taut. I took his body to mine; we became a frightening knot. And in the morning’s chasm, between the twilight’s sea, I dreamed of black and scarlet in violent choreography.
Written by Ryan J. Tressel
RJT: All instruments
Recorded August 2007.
