I killed some in the dream.
In the dream there were dead.
In the dream there was a house,
there were children,
siblings. In the dream
I burned the house to gold.
I knew it for my own, that house,
it knew us for each other’s.
It was gold, so we were golden.
Along this path returning.
I am ever returning.
The dead, newly dead, long dead,
the fading before us dead. Please
don’t be dead.
Don’t be inside
the house. Again again,
amen amen: I kill something
I only know how to dream.
This is a reprint of work originally published in Court Green as ‘Favorite (Track #4)’.
Recent work by A. E. Clark has appeared or is forthcoming in Mid-American Review, Rust + Moth, Menacing Hedge, and Witness. Her chapbook Addresses Home is forthcoming from Finishing Line Press (2015). Her website: http://www.aeclarkwriter.com.