on this night I had a dream.conjurations by the fairies’ midwife it would seem, bringing me sweet visionsand courted by heart-strung decisions, swimming in soft swan featherswhile chasing him bound by their divine tethers. in the morning when I wake,the fog of courtship clears that memory made by mistake. then I shall cut the cord and cringe,taking her sickly medicine from a sharp syringe. i painfully pull out his gilded arrowand shake the nightmare out of my bone and marrow, purging misty ...
