last week i dreamt i called you out
we were walking down the street
and i turned and yelled at you for
the way you are
you looked at me and told me that you understood
but you would not change because
it worked
i closed my eyes and seethed and when i turned back you were a goldfish
swimming in circles in a glass tank
perched atop the rail of a brownstone's steps
my hand reached out
and slapped the bowl to the floor
it shattered on the sidewalk
splintered glass and leaking water
i left you floundering
on the concrete
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