DRAFT - Dream Sequence

exploding heart 

joy.  me 

with frothy suds, 

bucket, sponge 

and a kitchen 

floor. my working

space to clean. begin 

at the corners,

make nature

spiral infinity

the way they shaved those trees

for me to polish and clean.

I see 

every heart beat

excites me.

my husband watches

me work the floor like graph paper 

I am thrilled

his pencil 

eyes me.

filling in every

square.  like what they called 

him. lean. savory. mechanical 

pencil. perfectly making

a woman on the floor

polishing this belief

we speak

the same strange Negro 

Language.

wake up. drift off

again

I have finished half

of what we need to do together.

naked. polishing hard wood.

frantic to get enough done

to do the knob.