in my dreams
i am an animal with claws and fangs and degree of sorcery and charm comparable to that of the sweetest witch you never knew

the allurement of my radiation enough to butter up even a sad, coarse piece of sandpaper like you
and lead you to my web of delusion
willingly
where i tangle and untangle you
until your bones are soup
and your clothes are off

in my dreams i am a menacing night-creature
and in real life
i am the dishes in the sink