A dream recurs

of people's faces cracking, or slowly falling apart, skin peeling away from the skull, or heads breaking in half. After dreaming of the same thing several times in the last month I have to acknowledge and try to recall how it felt to hold the head of a loved one with both hands. And so, this is the plan: I return to reconstruct the dream and must remember to identify people in the dark. Darkness,a narrow passageway, two people, hands, a face. A center into which everything and everyone must fall in order to be whole.