last night I dreamt
and you were the number nine
[nine] cracks through a broken spine
I dreamt of tender fish
I pulled their scales
off one by one
so I could hear each of them scream

but I was never one for lying

last night I didn’t dream of succulence
I dreamt of wishes
and you were the number two
[two] birds of paradise
on a beach of blood
I was running
I was flying
I was choking
I watched the dirt collect under my fingernails.

but I was never one for lying

last night I didn’t dream of worth
I dreamt of becoming lost
and you were the number six
[six] kisses- no, bullets- through my forehead
through my heart

last night I didn’t dream
of fish or birds or numbers

I dreamt of blossoms and asphalt
and something iridescent.

last night I didn’t dream at all.

well, I was never one for lying.