asia dreams of late night animated conversations. and cheese. she's not looking for bad-dream conduits after eight pm. or the way the phone blinks numb when she knows where you've gone. to bed. but she still can't stop. the provolone. the tone. pushing her persuaded into fingering the fridge. the late night voice of your head in her head. the thing about dreams and zip-topped packages. of arms. and things stayed and pulled. late nights. no. no, asia dreams of red-aspirin tablets tired and dropped into the fridge. of bitter tongues. and all these wet. dark. forgiving. spaces. that might be left for love.