You. When the new dream came, it bashed my heart in like a doorbell. My spine tipped like a gravestone. My thoughts were a landslide of crumbs. Crescents of light passed through me, but the clarity splintered scrambled like a riot of ants. It confusion healed over inside of me like an abrupt comma curving around the corner of a half finished thought I drifted in and out of consciousness to the sound of coyote cries