i know you said you had no interest in visiting europe but last night i had a dream that you met me in ireland. i have never been and neither have you but we rode in an old car to the cliffs. sheet sky tangerine orange fire in the ocean water burns just like my inner thighs burn right now. you are laughing and you kiss me in front of this brilliant painting this brilliant firey explosion it is God and it is summer. i wake up and i am in the rain on the street corner where you picked me up in your new car the last time i saw you in december. the new year is tomorrow and you are in boston. it rains and i am alone on the street in december.