three visions:

my mother,
bounding through the house
like a child;
a screaming ghost on a leash.
she jumps up for an embrace,
but won't stay long enough to receive one.

we swam in the sea,
pages of poetry floating
on the surface of a dead black pool.
words running,

and my lover,
boasting of yet another sexual conquest:
"She taught me how to do it in a theater."
he twirls his tail, grinning,
and I'm speechless.
I don't think he realizes who I am.