it's as if there were no hand
& no fork
my mouth scoops or stretches
the bottom lip
it is
inside
oh, it scrapes against the
one side of the wall
i picture the blinds
& isolate
my nose in the corner
trying to see the hook
twirl and surround itself
with this blinds' thread
if it were string, you'd unravel
if it were fall, you'd stay closed
it is a dream & it is warm
the water green
the dock high
& my little brother falls into
the same dream
he swims away
from alligators & from me
& i pause
& i tell his ghost
& i remind myself
there's no difference