you dreamt this,
she said. i had
a trick involving string,
a snide loop, a special knot.
i had learned it from my dad
– seen it once in 1970 something.
every magician needs an assistant,
be they beautiful or a drunken old shepherd
with hoof coloured teeth and field hands.
but he had a clasp knife unfolded already
and you, you i wanted to impress.
the secretion of a length under the tongue,
quite snug by the gum, fooled everyone.
but he cut me by accident
and i bled roses.
and everyone clapped as i took a bow and swallowed and bloomed.