I dreamed of mandolins and dulcimers

And music machines I had never seen;

I saw your grandmother's trailer and

The steps where I waited for you.

I saw you run to your door from my

Car, naked under my suit jacket;

I dreamed of mandolins and a lazy eye,

Turned up nose and country frequencies.

Waking

To a hum no

One speaks of,

Suicide cults

And dancing lights,

Last century watchers

And silken cyber threads

Of nothing; this bastard

Textbook future is

A world away from

You

With me

Then

As we drove

From a wedding

Party, your dress

Under the bucket seat.

The free champagne was

To blame you said,

Half-eyed smile, 

Stockings pushed

To the floorboard.

Suddenly I wrench the wheel a breath;

For a second, another mailbox looked

Like a person. Focus comes with a

Double string drone from the dash;

I try to ignore the empty seat

Next to me.