I dreamed last night
my husband did not love
me anymore.
I dreamed he looked at me like
I was an insect,
an unpleasant guest from cockroach
town come to annoy.
So I said sorry, didn’t mean
those awful things I said
which now I cannot recall
but were surely evil
and he answered, too late, I don’t
care, fat with casual and mild
regret, transgressed beyond passion.
