These were written in four dreams

i.

They were talking loudly
about the faceless ones,
about the sexless creatures
of Miramar.

ii.

There should be no stones
in the lake of my palm.

iii.

I like the idea of holding
little stones in the palm of my hand,
holding them up and shouting;
“Expand, expand, expand!”

iv. (Recipe for a Pigeon)

Fill a pigeon-shaped cup with meat.