Yes, last night I dreamed of you again. After
all these years, and the same dream. You there

in our kitchen, swatting a wasp trapped against
the large window overlooking the garden. The wasp

would desperately go there, and bump repeatedly
against the resisting illusion. All the while dodging

your flailing panic from the yellow swatter. Your fear
insisting all those further stings life would later bring.

Ed Higgins