Life Together

A dream, January 2022

We figured out how to live together. 

Tossing down the carcasses of large birds

from the upper shelf. We made room 

for my luggage. I would use the curtain

for privacy. I would wear headphones. 

I would laugh quietly. I would go outside.

Neither of us would pass gas. Ever. Even 

into the mattress. I would not shed hair. 

Eventually,

we would resent each other. 

We would prefer the dead raven, and be dignified 

and silent. Sharing nothing but what we had to share:

the air. The kind you cut through. 

--

I know

what intimacy is. It is

to know

that look.

For better or worse

we are social beings.

We must keep warm.

It is wonderful 

to have someone to tell

your good news.