You had a dream I was a dragon,
snapping and thrashing through the
house. My eyes were the tips of two
volcanoes glowing with a promise you
knew I’d keep. You watched your
reflection in them, picking its way
through the woods and fleeing goats, a
crown of tiny birds circling its head.
Your reflection looked up in time to
see your face shimmering in the sky of
my left pupil, a star-pattern of shock,
and then everything went red. The sky
was red. My eye was red. Your
reflection was red. I saw red. The
dragon was red. There was no dragon.