Rhizome by Gregory Altreuter

In my recurring dream
Of the picnic in the wood
We spend too much time
On the submarine
And the blanket
Catches fire

While a chorus of ants
Pinch out a lullaby
Along your thigh
That you slap and scratch at
Kicking hard
Against me

After which I mow the lawn
Through a fog
Sprung up
Like a snowy morning
Discovered
Upon Waking

Except I never ask you
And you never kiss me
We only pour cold tea
And nibble biscuits
Until it's dark
And then it's morning.