Tell me, what is it lately?
He said, I keep having this dream.
I'm washing a knife in the kitchen. I'm drying it.
I turn around to put it into a cutting block, but my mother walks into it.
Straight into it, and it goes straight into her.
Her white shirt absorbs a rose budding around the blade.
She looks at me.
I tell her she's welcome.
but she just looks at me and says
Just "Oh." I'm not even sure if there's an H in it.