My Poetry Poetry

I Dreamt You Said

I dreamt you said:
We were just playing
Whats in my pants
When my husband
(who was some other
Husband not mine at all)
Found your keys—
what’s this one for?—
and said: so many goddamn
keys, like twenty-three
or more for doors and trucks
and—toolbox, I said, and
the apartment in the city;
you nodded, toolbox,yes.
And the apartment
in the city.