With your eyes closed, is there a fig? He asked me in the courtyard. & silver somethings sleeping like fish. Washed morning, all night the highway, a dream of someone instructing me to draw. Which sea?

If there is a fig–an incident–that much you’ll know for sure. With your eyes closed draw a three and a _____, with fish sleeping at the bottom. A gold one wanted, halfway through, to switch to something sleeker.

Draw the silver ones in a line along the bottom, he said. Which sea? We asked, like goldfish. All night it was supposed to make something. Early corroboration slipped into the glow of instruction, her face & her knee

Touching mine on the faux bear skin rug someone dragged from inside. Which fish? If there is corroboration, it is sleeping in something sleeker. Along the bottom of something silver I drew her. Knee, sea.

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