hearsay

What did you say I said? What? And in that dream
I was married to her, and she,

I don’t know who she was, perhaps she was you,
Perhaps only me marrying a better me,

Perhaps now drilling down into its absurdity
Like a mole in the grass whose head got bit off by my cat

Before it was a metaphor. Like or as? I always forget.
It is too hot and the garden is sad, moving to its final stage,

Never a pretty sight. I too am moving to my…