In my dream we were covered in vines. They got tighter around us and I said I'd rather be with you, and we held hands as the rope grew tighter and you kissed my forehed.

Your hand is on my ear and the other on your chest, and I'm thinking about how your grandfather still had all his hair. And I shouldn't love that, make it mean more, like the time we ate crab sushi but neither of us could eat the head. My brain is playing at polka dots and lemon slices while I choose between cable and cat food.

So when we drop out of the tree and into the water, the vine lashed out, squirmed and kicked but eventually shivered and gave up. We swam to the surface and sat on our separate rocks, smiling, knowing we could hold our breath forever.


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