We laugh & it pits the world against us.

I sleep. I dream. I make up things that I would never say. I say them very quietly.

Is that too much to expect? That I would name the stars for you? That I would take you there? The splash of my tongue melting you like a sugar cube?

You see, I take the parts that I remember and stitch them back together to make a creature that will do what I say or love me back.

I wouldn’t kill your pony. I’d like to believe it, anyway. I’d like to believe I wouldn’t drag you out in to the woods and leave you there, either. So far, it hasn’t come up.

Okay, so I’m the dragon. Big deal. You still get to be the hero.

Here is the repeated image of the lover destroyed.