Fragment

Vision diminishes texture. Privileging sight over the tactile. Becomes wavy, fluttering.
He was lucky enough to speak with her. 

The prince hand wrote a letter by the stove, commending him into service. The princess in the kitchen. The kids were all playing along the corridor leading to and from. It was holiday time. He sealed it with heated breath from the burner. Somehow it congealed into an elegant mark. Dimensionality, depth, swirls. Unmistakable. Mulled wine maroon with fleck of metal. Or feather.

Of course it wasn’t a feather. Privileging words over retelling. Dream forms to idea. 

They were a happy couple. Rising up in the world.

EXCAVATION
Staring at screens all day
Dreams
Still feeling