Two.
"In Sleep."
"All night, the moan of trains stitches the ragged edges
of my dreams.
Two strangers sleep in this bed with me.
You and the woman clasped against your breathing, who
wears my warm flesh heavily.
Time split by train whistle falls open, away.
Leaves us pearled in light.
The glass coffin.
I dream that you put in my life, a black and white kitten.
I dream then, that you tell me you love me.
In the morning when you wake me from this dream,
give me grapefruit juice and the news.
I will hear without hearing a train howl.
Leaving you, I will bear in my flesh the needle of dream.
A single splinter struck from glass."