Michael Dickman

At Night (2)

We were talking
And then we were dancing
And then it was quiet, and
I thought This is what        we were saying:
—Sandalwood
Palace Fire
—Ghost Limbs
Blindness
—Oh that’s lovely
Thanks
—Home
The color red
—The real color red
Oral Plexus
—Lightly, lightly
Salt Skins
—Lightening
Night Work
Your mouth
My mouth


Michael Dickman
Poem, copyright © 2005 by Michael Dickman
Appearing on From the Fishouse with permission
Audio file, copyright © 2005, From the Fishouse