Dream of Losing Everything

In the dream
that comes back to me
night after night,
my mind happily pretends
to lose everything.

In that glorious spring
I first lose my clothes, my vanity
and then my children.

The dishes break like magic,
the glasses shatter.

The house disappears, foundation and all.

My hair falls out in bloody red tufts
and my teeth are all loose
in the confused words of my mouth.

The papers blow away in the purple wind
and my mind. . .

Oh, my mind
is the gold ring
that washes slowly,
as if forever
will never arrive,

down the watery drain.