Running Through Honey in the Dreamworld

​I will kiss your teeth clean 
while you write dreams on striped floors, I will
wear white socks and wade 
knee-deep in black water, I will
pick this river up and watch
​the water fall right out 
with you, I will turn this car around. I will

swallow every swordfish whole &
read futures from the water spots 
in drying pots and pans, I will 
make up the ending if it isn’t you 
so every ending ends 
with me saying you. I will 

turn the fan on low so when
you ask me in ALL CAPS
from across this giant bed,  
BIRD, HOW MANY BEES
DO WE SWALLOW TO LIFT
US OFF THE EARTH?
I can tell you this: 

We are already running through honey
in the dreamworld— as in,
waking up sleepy, as in, going
nowhere fast, as in, slow 
and ready, now please

yawn into my mouth
while I count out minutes 
with Mississippis. Thank you 
for loving me in such long &
hard-to-spell ways.