I dreamt I gave you a kitchen stove.
Unearthly and beautiful kitchen stove.
The stove that everyone dreams of but no one attains.
Its buttons told you everything.
The oven held the deeps that no one sees and the bright flames.
The warming drawer was the warming drawer of a winner.
I carried the stove into your room and placed it by the window.
So the taste of the expanse and the taste of our isolation would meet
in the pots themselves.