fascinating fastening footsteps in my dreams. in my dreams i dreamed a whole set of words strung together in sense…but the waves wake you up and the windows wash down. we’ve moved, we’ve moved the television cried. the apple-bottom side of the couch coughed. the sequins of the sequence of steps from here to there kept creeping. kept winding the windows away from me. new shutters i’ve got. that shutter on impact, couple on the side, and curve at the light. new floorboards – cherry red and ash brown. new fireplaces without any fire. a bath without a stopper on the drain. a mud room not yet caked in mud. i’ve got 4 new burners on the stove, sinking their teeth into pots – waiting to be covered in overflow. i haven’t got enough lamps yet, but the windows – did i tell you about the windows? the light – did i tell you about the light? the way it washes down the windows? the way it washes this house new? did i tell you about the way the light washes my life?