6/Dialogue/

Dialogue/ for me is that obligation/we have to sit with all of those things inside us.

It is my understanding of inconsistency: my celebration of multiplicity,

Dialogue/ is a practice -

It is opulence: the plentitude they call instability,

Dialogue/ means finding brokenness, finding illness, finding perversion, and doing nothing more than shaking its hand, nothing more than laying beside it: rubbing up and down its back: dripping damp truths into its ears to flush out wax. Dialogue/ is - learning to love yourself as you would love another.

That woman in my dreams, that, goddess of my mind - not quite me but not quite someone else. She has given me all I have, taught me all I know. She holds the-vibrance and the-knowledge, and I, hold her. This femininity /this trance/ exists as a dream - it is that soupy, swampy some-place restricted by the edges of my mind, the limits of my dreaming. This body holds me from walking that muddy promised land - hand in hand with this woman I love, the woman I hate - my lover: my one life companion. But In my /dreams/ in those sweet sticky cling to your mouth type of /dreams/ - in all those places between being - I know I am a woman. In my /dreams/ I know I am that woman - mystical, wise, passionate:

Always together, always dreaming -

my lover, this woman, and I.