Let's Begin by Penny

You held the pieces of a shattered bulb, tried to squeeze light. I held my breath

The blood trickled, but between your heart and mind, the quart the width of a pinhole

A kind of dream grounded like the blades of a windmill, or the wind. I waited at the edge of

The trees, for a decade at least. You waited in place, mawed through your own tongue, tied around

The stunted fetus of the dream, right through to the other side. You died in silence, rot through

To the other side. Let's begin