circa having visions of my mother while she was in the room

she began seeing things that weren’t there.  at one point I had three mothers taking shifts scraping the fur from my tongue.  a soothsayer with a cold spider was brought in and told me not to worry about him running low.  I read a book mother had written based on a mistake my father had made in a dream.  I was unclear as to the owner of the dream.  the book didn’t whisk me away but promised to.  unless you’re being touched, touch is inconsistent.  you’re on the loveliest couch.  you hope as I do none are healed.  one of my mother’s bodies is freezing when I am a coat.