i dreamt

you were secretly
back in town

but lying
in red flowers

last night
outside somewhere

i used a dowsing
branch to try

to find you
willow led

me there
but i kept

back with
some nightbirds

today i woke
early again

i ordered
an akutagawa

and a houellebecq
i would like

to be your
monsier sometime

and read you
such things

or vice versa
my pillow

cloud i fluff
i am fully-loaded

like the matrix