Awoken, my brother and I step out to **** on the dead mice
With our gun-gee hair gluing the mosquitoes to our heads

The strong pleasant and familiar photographs pinned to the wall,
I admire greatly

As if I were there, spitting out fish bones and wiping the fish oil from my mouth

I remember we'd horseplay on the porch, under our rustic safehouse, our place of love and care

Lost now, I've returned to regain myself
I inhale the scent of my second love
It's beautiful

A dream so vivid, my tears of joy succumb as I am awoken to see the carpet's rigid brilliance

Sharply drawn out cats worship, aligned to our center