nitrate

Even in my dreams, dear, I am sick of your ghost. You haunt me when my eyes close, amidst the candy cane trees my mind makes up; You stroll along the sea grass          laughing, like a hyena. You grab my hand And I have to remind myself: this is only a dream, a dream! I scream, I scream. Your laughter is thick as honey now. I can hear the bees. They swarm, and I think suddenly that I can feel pain in dreams, can you? You are silent, I am under the buzzing wings, floating Away from you. Your ghost is farther away than ever, now. Sometimes I wake: a bee stuck in my throat.