They ask me what kind of dreams I'm having & I say I don't know. What are dreams.

I close my eyes & see black & feel blood swishing in my neck & hear the tock-tick tock-tick of the clock between my voice

& they ask if I remember what I did

Do I remember the boy

& of course I remember the boy because I was a boy & we were all boys but they try to forget me and I always remember because it's right it's right here

His throat in my hand

They all come apart all of them - K. & S. & K. they come apart like snapping strings on a violin pluck pluck pluck

They ask me Eric Eric do you remember the boy do you remember you almost killed him

& I say yes there is that boy and his eyes are large & green like jewels in a pirate's skull - ivory as his skin - & his arms are long & always outstretched like a bird-boy and fucking bird-boy & I bet his bones are hollow too & I bet if I saw him again I'd twist his head off