Beneath the door I see a light It's four AM in apartment three Muted sounds, a sealed room I turn the knob, the door is gone Yellow light, kitchen floor An old woman is at the cutting board Just her back, her old bent back Short, abrupt chopping jerks How do you like that? I died in my sleep, face down Just a little dream I had Face down, it was more than real She turns around, smiles up at My mouth, head shakes Laughing teeth into me Silver gleam and out Face down, just a little dream I had Face down, it was more than real