CARMODY: We were laughing loudly all the way home in the car.
BLIGHT: I don't remember doing that.
CARMODY: Maybe you weren't there.
In my dreams, when something bad happens to me it always feels well deserved. There is no
specific sense that I've done anything wrong, just a climate of guilt, so that I can never complain
or try to explain. This makes for the sort of dream that you're very glad to awaken from, if you
know what I mean.
in the doorway
living room lights behind him
my father, mad
switch in his hand, pauses
intensifying our fear
if the vacuum
broke and the power failed
what my wife will dream about
concrete things, and practical
operate as metaphor
are not really required