That light still
falls inside
the garden, is baffling,
as the sky had already turned
dark, an unfamiliar
fat lady approached
in your dream,
spread her arms
and embraced you,
almost scratched your skin
with her nails,
but I don’t know you
you said, drawing
away from her, oh,
yes you do, she replied,
I am your wife,
then you searched
the last patches
of sunlight and quickly
hung out the bloody
sheets from last night.