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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.

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This poem originally featured in SOFTBLOW.