The Night You Flew Away

I dreamt I woke to find you in my
bed. I dreamt you wore a million faces—
none of them real—occupying them as you
did my cunt. Taking up space as it seemed
to serve your purpose. I dreamt each time
you spoke a face fell off you. I dreamt
I watched their bodies pile around you.
I dreamt you struck a kitchen match
into the fleshy pyre. I dreamt I
knelt above it, rubbing my hands over the
greasy flames to warm them. I dreamt about
the night you flew away.