i speak in code to shadows and shake between sheets when he leaves left to shook and when we dissolve unreal and the world becomes the sound the dog makes when he wakes. when i hear the words coming out. when we lie the lie about lateness. in what world can we worry about words like wombs and accidents. the ritual of it all. like we were everyday people in that worrydance other people play. like stuck dials old car radios go. our own soundtrack blaring out the difference to leave frayed edges and tired fingertips. when we lay.